On a remote farm in the Midwest-and I mean in the middle of absolutely nowhere-there are eight new puppies. One of them will become our comforter, our protector, and our lifelong shadow. 

We will strive to give him as much as he will bring to us, but no matter how hard we try, even though we will love him with our whole hearts, we will not be able to return the same depth of love to him that he will have for us. 

Happy, lucky day. Happy, lucky us.

Moses, upon hearing the news.