My Best Friends Have Hairy Legs

"My Best Friends have Hairy Legs" is the story of how my dog, Trooper, and I overcame abuse and bad marriages and learned to trust again. Trooper was a Humane Shelter puppy - one of the phrases they used on the t-shirts they sold for fundraising is where the title of the book comes from. In the process of helping him learn to trust men again, I have reached a point where I feel ready to trust again myself. While my two-legged soul mate has not yet come into my life, I am confident that with the love of the four-legged soul mate in my life I will not be lonely and I will be ready when he does arrive. As much as this is a story about Trooper's growth from a fearful puppy to a confident adult dog - it is also my story - my growth from being a psychologically abused wife into a confident woman who can look back at my past with laughter and with no regrets.
Almost all the names of people have been changed. The facts are true as I remember them and as I occasionally wrote in my journal. The decision to change names was not so much to protect the "innocent" but because I wanted my story to be anyone's story. I don't believe my story is that unique because I have heard from many women who have been in abusive relationships or who suffer from low self-esteem. Our stories might differ, the details change, but the emotions and feelings are the same.
I wanted to tell my story - our story - because we have survived to come out on the other side of it. I wanted to tell it to give hope to others who are struggling to find their way. There is a light within you. Find it. Be it. Share it.
There aren't any bras burnt at the end of this book - or dog collars - but the metaphor is the same. We are happy with who we are.

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