or too good to last anyway. after all, he seemed something of a self-made mutt and she the purebred heiress type, the golden-haired daughter of a wealthy alpha male. whatever. by the time they promised their eternal love, the clock to its end was ticking. inaudible to them, of course. like a whistle only a dog can hear. which, come to think of it, begs the question -- how did he, of all people, miss it? his name was mark stover. and he discovered quite early that he had some special, eerily mystical connection with dogs. when he talked to them, they listened. >> he was born with a gift. >> stover had become known as seattle's dog whisperer.