I’m not sure what drove me into the arms of this semi-flimsy memoir chockablock full of dog raising and dealing with the aftermath of hip replacement surgery at age 60. Perhaps I was drawn to the idea of an older woman writing about life as a single, no failed marriage, no kids. But it ends up as a weak read as maybe all memoirs must. Gail loses one dog, quickly adopts another puppy despite her increasing limp due to childhood polio. We are supposed to marvel at the rich tapestry of friends who gets her through the surgery and recovery, while wiping a tear at her remembrances of those of her friends and family that passed in the previous six years. Fairly unrewarding book, albeit graciously short and consumed in the space of 2 hours.