Al Stacy almost missed the stray huddled on the porch.  Wistful brown eyes looked up at him from the shadows.  Al sighed.  "Come on," he said, opening the door.<br>     His brother, Everett, was stirring a pot while Everett's daughter, Nellie set the table.<br>     "Where'd you find him?" asked Nellie.<br>     "He sort of found me," said Al, shaking the rain off his hat.  Everett dished up four plates of stew over biscuits.  Nellie brought one to the wet dog, then sat beside him, stroking his bedraggled fur.  <br>     "What's his name, Uncle Al?"<br>     "I think I'll call him Dorsey."<br>     Al's new dog wagged his tail.<br><br><br><i>From the Hardcover edition.</i> <BR><BR><i>Continues...</i> <!-- copyright notice --> <br></pre> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Calico Dorsey</b> by <b>Susan Lendroth</b> Copyright © 2010 by Susan Lendroth. Excerpted by permission.<br> All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.