Jesse wasn't the world's worst dog and she wasn't the world's greatest dog: she was my best friend. She never saved my life, or anyone else's life for that matter, and she didn't ride a motorcycle or a surfboard, so you never saw her on TV. She wasn't a well-trained service dog, or a search and rescue dog-although she could have been one for the Sunbeam bakery if one of their bread trucks was ever missing in action. She was just a dog. But she was a special dog. Ask my friends. They'll tell you. She traveled throughout the United States and Canada with me: always watching the world go by with...