Call me a wimp, a softie, it doesn't matter.  I can't recall feeling better about myself than after what happened on April 15 of this year.  No, I didn't pay extra taxes, heaven forbid.  I saved a dog......a great dog who didn't seem to start out that way. While turning into the parking lot of my Detroit restaurant, Capers Steakhouse, to tackle some paperwork, a brownish Tiger-striped streak dashed in front of my car and ran towa... Full Story