Jesse wasn't the world's worst dog and she wasn't the world's greatest dog: she was my best friend. She never saved my life, or anyone else's life for that matter, and she didn't ride a motorcycle or a surfboard, so you never saw her on TV. She wasn't a well-trained service dog, or a search and rescue dog-although she could have been one for the Sunbeam bakery if one of their bread trucks was ever missing in action. She was just a dog. But she was a special dog. Ask my friends. They'll tell you. She traveled throughout the United States and Canada with me: always watching the world go by with a smile on her face. Written in 2001, the story about Jesse's life is intertwined with the story of how this book came to be. That story is romantic and true and took place in a small town in Ireland. It's full of fate and luck, but this isn't a romance novel. This is real life. Most of the popular dogs whom we know, were introduced to us by men, and I for one am grateful for all the wonderful dogs I have met through their stories. Thanks guys Perhaps, it's time to learn that dogs can be "woman's best friend" too. Have fun