Comet's Tale: How the Dog I Rescued Saved My Life
Comet’s Tale is a story about a friendship between two former winners, both a little down on their luck, who together stage a remarkable comeback. A former hard-driving attorney, Steven Wolf has reluctantly left his job and family and moved to Arizona for its warm winter climate. There he is drawn to a local group that rescues abused racing greyhounds. Although he can barely take care of himself because of a spinal condition, Wolf adopts Comet, an elegant cinnamon-striped racer. Or does Comet adopt Wolf?
In Comet’s Tale we follow their funny and moving journey as Wolf teaches Comet to be a service dog. With her boundless enthusiasm and regal manners, Comet attracts new friends to Wolf’s isolated world. And finally, she plays a crucial role in restoring his health, saving his marriage, and broadening his definition of success.
trip, Comet had been traveling in trusting, ignorant bliss. Then, all of a sudden—poof!—she was the new kid in the middle of a school year. And as the new kid, she was in for a crash course about the rules, the cliques, and the hierarchy that had developed over all those years. Comet’s education began with Cody and Sandoz the morning after we arrived. Whenever a new dog enters a pack, all roles are up for grabs. Our pack had always consisted of only two dogs, and Cody was the unquestioned
revise this new hierarchy. With the rules of engagement firmly in place, Comet was ready for her summer education in lakeside living. 5 JUNE–AUGUST 2000—NEBRASKA Prior to that summer, I was pretty sure that the only water Comet had seen was in her drinking bowl. The mirrored, moving surface of the lake was infinitely more puzzling to her than the television had been. She would spend hours standing several feet from the water’s edge, staring at her own reflection. The comedic routines of
because it further highlights the colors and provides depth from the light shimmering over the surface of the canvas,” he told me. Understanding a work of art was like peeling away the layers of earth covering an archaeological site. Each level was only one piece of the final discovery. Just learning about the meaning inherent in one symbol, for instance the medicine wheel, was a lesson containing layers all its own. The wheel designated far more than the four directions. It was like North
psychologists. My health complaints were directed at three creatures who would much rather have been racing down the beach. They patiently listened, occasionally raising their eyebrows or cocking their heads as I muttered a nonstop inventory of past mistakes. Comet attended every one of my doctor consultations and ego-sucking tests. My handicapped Jet Ski was a river casino of wild thoughts about the future, captained by loyal Cody, who was now crawling to the dock almost as slowly as I was.
me stumble around ever since I moved to Sedona. We shared a fondness for books and I would often discuss them with her when she was in her yard. About three weeks after my return, I ventured out of the house for a walk around the block. Comet assisted with my balance, but I was not bent over my canes. Madeleine was the first person we ran into. She approached us and then stopped, squinting up at my face with a puzzled expression. “Hi, Madeleine.” “You must be Wolf’s brother,” she finally