It's an excerpt from the book Old Dogs Are the Best Dogs, text by Gene Weingarten and Michael S. Willamson, based on a longer excerpt that originally appeared in The Washington Post.
There is one passage in it that infuriates me, and you'll know what it is. But everyone makes mistakes, and that this person had the courage to write about it in this way -- with such unflinching honesty, without excuses, and to be willing to open himself up to the criticism he surely knew would come -- allows me to imagine myself having done something like it and to have compassion.
What is it about dogs that makes us want to be better people?
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