Newspaper editor Jill Baker arrived home to find her husband dead on the bedroom floor. Within weeks, still in shock, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and told her chances of surviving. Surgery, chemotherapy and radiation treatment followed in a year from hell. At her lowest ebb, Jill took a chance. She needed someone who cuddled her at night and was still excited to see her in the morning. She just hadn’t met him yet. She needed something or somebody to make life worth living again. But could it really be a crazy, howling, snoring, digging, chewing, barking orange pup called Dirty Harry? Turns out that Harry and Jill were made for each other. They are an unlikely duo; Jill is quiet, Harry is loud as hell. Jill meticulously plans the day while Harry wings it. She sips Pinot while he’s an espresso martini guy. Theirs is a beautiful friendship, an unbreakable bond.