My Life as a Dog

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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He grasps that I'm not going to give him any, although he evidently has no idea why.

“If only you'd remember what makes you ill, you'd be a much happier dog.”

He returns to his forlorn expression and I wonder whether it was less perturbing when he was simply begging.

MY LIFE AS A DOG

* There's no judgment there, my fourteen-year-old Pug/Beagle mix is snoring a few feet from me as I type this (and will be again in a few hours when this posts) and I'd probably qualify as a sensitive reader if Kevin didn't fare too well at the end of the book.

MY LIFE AS A DOG

I gave the ‘I'm over here' whistle and he bolted towards me at full pelt. I crouched down and he leapt into my arms, licking my face and ears and wriggling with delight.

I do not know a purer love than that, and never will.

My thanks to Overview Media for the invitation to participate in this tour and the materials (including a copy of the novel) they provided.