How my dog saved my life

I haven’t gone to the bathroom by myself in almost 13 years. You may think this a strange confession, but it’s true; it’s also true that I would not have had it any other way. Thirteen years ago, my friend and art teacher, Robbie, had decided to breed his lovely brindle boxer, Zeek. This large, big-headed lug stole my heart from our very first meeting, when he placed his head in my lap as I was trying to paint my very first masterpiece. I was…