One late summer afternoon my wife Nikki came home from shopping, to find a small old black lab laying on the front porch. Our dog Napier was with her, and was very interested to see who had come to visit. Nikki took pity on this undernourished dog noticing lots of grey hairs on his gentle face, so she gave him food and water along with an old cushion to rest his weary body on. Fate was on his side. Usually I was at home and Nikki would be working in our antique shop. But that day was different. I am sure if I'd been there, I would have told him to leave, especially when I thought of the many...