S. Kay Murphy's memoir is a lovely and poignant reflection of the various dogs that have come and gone in her life. While I've been around dogs and like them just fine, I've never really had a dog, not one who greeted me at the door when I got home, one who I took on walks every day, one who growled at ominous figures as they lurked in the shadows. And, more importantly, it never occurred to me that I might be missing out on something, not until I read Murphy's The Dogs Who Saved Me. Each dog Murphy writes about becomes a sympathetic figure, a flesh and blood protagonist that sits up on the page, tail wagging. More than just dogs, however, Murphy opens up a vein in this memoir, allowing herself to bleed on the page, revealing some painful and personal memories; and, every step along the way, there is beautiful, loving dog to help see her through it.