I’ve learned to be skeptical about stories of friendships between animals and people, as I find that they usually fall into one of two categories. Either they rip your heart out and grind it under the well-worn earth where the animal makes its home, or they turn out to be a feeble excuse for the author to engage in public therapy for their own underlying issues. There are exceptions, of course–Helen Macdonald’s lovely memoir H is for Hawk (review by ElCicco here) comes to mind. But Fox […]