This is one of those times I want to murder a fictional character. When he discovers him, he turns him loose on a turnpike.

When she’s a few minutes late at a truck stop, her trucker acquaintance, Artie, takes off without her, not realizing Mack is still in his cab. The brightest spot in her life is her blue merle Sheltie, with whom she takes part in canine dance competitions. She’s had a rough life and is now divorced and estranged from her own son. She’s estranged from him and his second wife and left home the day after she turned 18. The story begins with Justine hitching a ride with a trucker to take her across the country to see her father, who is dying. (Mack also loves “stuffies,” which, like my Drew, he shakes, squeaks and uses as pillows intead of disembowling. He has always prided himself on being a perfect gentleman.” They’re very vocal, which means much more than barking, and Mack makes all the little noises and comments my four have done. She describes Mack as having not just genius, but “a Sheltie’s proclivity for obedience, as well as a superior sense of dignity. To call them intelligent is an understatement.

Wilson captures the delightful personalities of Shetland sheepdogs perfectly. While she frantically searches for him across several states, he’s found and taken in by a retired couple, Ed and Alice Parmalee. It’s about a Sheltie named Mack who becomes separated from his owner, Justine Meade. I’ve had Shelties since 1979, so I’ll admit up front that I’m the target audience for “The Dog Who Danced” by Susan Wilson.

From Donna Cruze, Knox News: Review: “The Dog Who Danced”

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