It seems now like a different me， the years I spent with Martin， a Doberman dog， and before he came， another me; and it is a new me now， once again， writing this. I would have been dead long ago had I continued to live the way I had before he came.I think someone would have murdered me， given how I drank and the dives that I drank in and that I was an aggressive， angry man. I had no money and no friends. I didn’t care， I couldn’t have.?Thomas Healy was a drunk， a fighter， sometimes a writer， often unemployed， no stranger to the police. His life was going nowhere but downhill. Then one day he bought a pup—a Doberman. He called him Martin. Gradually man and dog became unshakable allies， the closest of comrades， the best of friends. They took long walks together， they vacationed together， they even went to church together. ?Martin， in more ways than one， saved Thomas Healy’s life. ?Written with unadulterated candor and profound love， this soulful memoir gets at the heart of the intense bond between people and dogs.