Old Shep slept in the barn in winter and under the stars in summer. He never stepped a paw inside the Homeplace. A farm dog, he knew his habitation and gladly abided within it. He hunted his food, ...

I need a bedtime story from Old Shep — not the kind that lulls me to slumber, but one that keeps me up for an hour or so, alert, enthralled, sometimes laughing into my pillow so I won’t wake my family ...