Where do you begin to tell a love story? This love story started yesterday morning in the kennel area of Delaware Valley Golden Retriever Rescue when the fearful Xena slinked into a fenced area where potential adopters bring their dogs for an introduction. For me, it was love at first sight, for Xena absolute fright. Xena knows nothing of the bond between human and K-9, how could she when her life up until her rescue was spent living in a crate and delivering one litter after another for a puppy mill owner in New York. The only emotion she is capable of is fear and that emotion is magnified tenfold by common ordinary sounds such as the toot of a horn outside, opening a can and the awful, awful sound of toilet tissue being unfurled. Xena does not want to be part of our pack. She prefers to hide behind the sofa or under my computer desk and nurture her only emotion. She does not look to Rozie as a helpmate and Rozie, who probably understands more about the dog, is giving her plenty of space. Rozie, and I have our work cut out for us to get this sweet, gentle girl out of her world of terror and into our world of love and laughter and the feeling of contentment.