We met my sister in law in Flower Bluff, a community that scrapes Corpus Christi. She had a man, who rarely showed his face and she lived in a shack near a dump. The great open space between there and on the one side the beach and on another the city was where my father led the cops on a chase around 1940. He hid his gun out there and never could find it again.
She knew a couple who were into Italian greyhounds. How they all met Sam I can't say for sure. The couple had him paint greyhound related signs on the car windows. It didn't take my sister in law long to decide Sam was the future.
They were so good for each other, it transformed both lives, making each successful in their own right. They lived out their last years in a house they purchased in Dallas, she working at a small newspaper and he doing his art. I used to drive there to visit, until I didn't. Too old.