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Dog on It (Chet and Bernie Series #1)

Dog on It (Chet and Bernie Series #1)

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by Spencer Quinn

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The first book of the New York Times bestselling Chet and Bernie mystery series, an “enchanting one-of-a-kind novel” (Stephen King) that is “nothing short of masterful” (Los Angeles Times).

Chet, the wise and lovable canine narrator of Dog on It, and Bernie, a down-on-his-luck private investigator, are quick to take a new


The first book of the New York Times bestselling Chet and Bernie mystery series, an “enchanting one-of-a-kind novel” (Stephen King) that is “nothing short of masterful” (Los Angeles Times).

Chet, the wise and lovable canine narrator of Dog on It, and Bernie, a down-on-his-luck private investigator, are quick to take a new case involving a frantic mother searching for her teenage daughter. This well-behaved and gifted student may or may not have been kidnapped, but she has definitely gotten mixed up with some very unsavory characters. With Chet’s highly trained nose leading the way, their hunt for clues takes them into the desert to biker bars and other exotic locales—until the bad guys try to turn the tables and the resourceful duo lands in the paws of peril. Spencer Quinn’s irresistible mystery kicks off a delightful new series that will have readers panting for more.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Nothing short of masterful.... Sequels are a given, and a must. " -- Los Angeles Times

"A winning debut...that fans of classic mysteries are sure to appreciate." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Stalwart, often mischevious narrator Chet's amusing, perceptive canine take on [the novel's] human characters should appeal to hard-boiled fans and canine fanciers alike." -- Kirkus Reviews

"[Dog On It] will delight dog-loving mystery readers, but the book is also an excellent PI tale, dogs aside....A great sleuth and always upbeat, Chet may well be one of the most appealing new detectives on the block, but Bernie us a close runner-up. Excellent and fully fleshed primary and secondary characters, a consistently doggy view of the world, and a sprightly pace make this a not-to-be-missed debut. Essential for all mystery collections and for dog lovers everywhere." -- Booklist (starred review)

"At last, a dog lover's mystery that portrays dogs as they really are....Quinn's characters are endearing, and his narrative is intriguing, fast-moving, and well written. Even cat lovers will find it entertaining. [Dog On It] is highly recommend." -- Library Journal (starred review)

"[Dog On It] features the most winning narrator I've come across in a long time...[and] manages to ratchet up some real suspense." -- Christian Science Monitor

"I'm not a dog fancier, but I had a great time reading this book....Chet is a hoot -- or should I say a howl." -- Boston Globe

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As sidekicks, Maxwell Smart and Agent 99 have nothing on Chet and Bernie. This charming detective duo make their debut in Dog On It, the first volume in Spencer Quinn's new mystery series. The fast-paced and funny tale is narrated by the inimitable Chet, Bernie's best friend and canine partner, whose personality and preferences are never in doubt: "I liked to sleep at the foot of Bernie's bed, but my favorite napping spot was in the breakfast nook, under the table with my back against the wall, all cool and shady, plus there was often good snacking around Bernie's chair."

Bernie's enterprise, the Little Detective Agency, limps along, waiting for the next job to arrive. While Chet freely admits that he doesn't always understand the humans around him, the mutt who failed to graduate from the police academy quickly establishes that he's got a nose made for sniffing out trouble -- as well as the tasty morsel.

When the story begins, Chet and Bernie are settled into the companionable routine they established when Bernie got divorced and lost custody of his son. Riding shotgun for stakeouts in Bernie's beat-up convertible (and snarfing up doughnuts and beef jerky) is the perfect life for Chet, though he knows Bernie's worried about cash flow.

But their luck is about to change. During a nighttime stroll through the neighborhood -- an older enclave in the southwestern desert that Bernie fears will soon be eclipsed by new development -- the pair encounter a panicked neighbor, Cynthia Chambliss. Waving a wad of bills, she beseeches Bernie to find her daughter, Madison, a 15-year-old who has been missing for several hours.

Bernie heeds the call of cash and the urgency of parental concern, but Madison soon returns home on her own, only to disappear again in short order -- this time for several days. Cynthia frantically rehires Bernie, but her ex, Damon Keefer, refuses to cooperate, insisting that Bernie be taken off the investigation. Nevertheless, intrigued by the young girl's apparent connections to a group of Russian thugs, Bernie and Chet follow a trail of clues that leads them into more danger than they'd bargained for.

As Chet and Bernie race across the desert toward Las Vegas in their sandblasted Porsche, Quinn's narrative unfolds with mounting suspense. At every stage of their journey, readers will warm to Chet's loyalty and courage -- to say nothing of his delightfully doggy digressions -- and be captivated by Spencer Quinn's deft blend of humor and thrills in this enormously entertaining tale, bound to be the first of many adventures.

About the Author
The pseudonymous Spencer Quinn lives with his dog, Audrey, in Cape Cod, where he is hard at work on the next Chet and Bernie adventure.

From Our Booksellers
There is nothing like seeing the world from a dog's point of view. --Kat Marchand, Ellicott City, MD

Chet's sweetness, honesty, and spot-on assessment of the idiosyncrasies of human behavior won me over. Dog On It was not only unputdownable, it was stay-up-all-night-reading-but-save-the-last-few-chapters-for-the-next-day-because-you-don't-want-it-to-be-over good. --Angela Corpus, Washington, DC

In his character Chet, Spencer Quinn has created a 21st-century Lassie, with a heart of gold, a sense of humor, and a mind of his own. --Patricia Sanders, Towson, MD

Hilarious and refreshing. I haven't giggled this much while reading since I first discovered My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell. I look forward to reading more of Chet's adventures! --Elayne Carringer, Devon, PA

From Writers and Reviewers
Spencer Quinn speaks two languages -- suspense and dog -- fluently. Sometimes funny, sometimes touching, and in a few places terrifying. My sincere advice to you is to rush to your nearest bookstore and put your paws on this enchanting one-of-a-kind novel. --Stephen King

I love this book. I devoured it in one night. It is like Philip Marlowe working for Mma Ramotswe from The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency spun out by Charlotte on her beautiful web. --Cathleen Schine

Sit and stay! You're going to love Dog On It as much as I did, because it confirms what every dog fan has long suspected -- that our dogs are not only more fun than we are, they're smarter! --Lisa Scottoline
Publishers Weekly

Set in the Valley of an unnamed Western state, Quinn's winning debut introduces one smart canine detective and his partner, PI Bernie Little of the Little Detective Agency, who's pretty quick on the uptake himself. Chet, a "lively mongrel" with one white ear and one black ear, serves as the book's narrator, communicating with Bert via doggy methods that verge on the telepathic ("I wagged my tail, that quick one-two wag meaning yes, not the over-the-top one that wags itself and can mean lots of things"). Wealthy divorcée Cynthia Chambliss hires Bernie, a former cop, to find her missing 15-year-old daughter, Madison, whose father is a real estate developer who smells suspiciously of cat. (Chet's keen sense of smell comes in handy.) When Madison reappears and disappears again, her dad says she's just a runaway, though Bernie thinks otherwise. Chet must use all his superdog tricks to extricate Bernie from a mighty tight fix in a climax that fans of classic mysteries are sure to appreciate. (Feb.)

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Library Journal

At last, a dog lover's mystery that portrays dogs as they really are. Chet, the canine narrator, forgets he isn't supposed to bark. He doesn't remember the choker chain is around his neck. He wonders what the noise is when he finds himself growling and questions where the breeze is coming from when his tail is wagging. Although ideas may not remain in his head for long, his loyalty to and love for his owner, Bernie, a divorced, financially strapped PI, are forever in his heart. A teenage girl, Madison, goes missing and might have been kidnapped, and Bernie takes the case. Bernie, Chet, and Suzie, a newspaper investigative reporter, follow the clues to an abandoned ghost town and mine. Quinn's characters are endearing, and his narrative is intriguing, fast-moving, and well written. Even cat lovers will find it entertaining. This first in a projected series by newcomer Quinn is highly recommended.
—Susan Hayes

Kirkus Reviews
A hard-bitten private eye and his loyal pooch refuse to give up on a tricky case. Short on cash, Bernie Little, in his debut appearance, hesitates to take on the case of a missing teen. When Madison Chambliss turns up, Bernie doesn't buy her story, but it doesn't matter; he's off the case. One of his hated divorce assignments, however, looks much more promising when Bernie develops a crush on reporter Suzie Sanchez, who joins him and his dog Chet on a stakeout. After Madison disappears a second time, Chet and Bernie follow her trail. Soon they fall victim to some nasty attacks. Madison's father, a developer in major financial trouble, may be involved with the Russian mafia. Was Madison kidnapped to put pressure on him? When Chet is dognapped and spirited away, he sees Madison held prisoner. Chet escapes, only to end up at a shelter where he's marked for death until Suzie, who luckily happens to be writing a story on shelters, rescues him. Unfortunately, he can't tell Bernie what he saw. The police think Madison has run away, but Bernie, who has a hunch she's in trouble, refuses to let go even when he's fired. The invaluable Chet has to pull him out of trouble repeatedly before the case is solved. Stalwart, often mischievous narrator Chet's amusing, perceptive canine take on the human characters should appeal to hard-boiled fans and canine fanciers alike. Agent: Molly Friedrich/Friedrich Agency

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Dog On It

I could smell him—or rather the booze on his breath—before he even opened the door, but my sense of smell is pretty good, probably better than yours. The key scratched against the lock, finally found the slot. The door opened and in, with a little stumble, came Bernie Little, founder and part owner (his ex-wife, Leda, walked off with the rest) of the Little Detective Agency. I’d seen him look worse, but not often.

He mustered a weak smile. “Hey, Chet.”

I raised my tail and let it thump down on the rug, just so, sending a message.

“I’m a little late, sorry. Need to go out?”

Why would that be? Just because my back teeth were floating? But then I thought, What the hell, the poor guy, and I went over and pressed my head against the side of his leg. He scratched between my ears, really digging his fingers in, the way I like. Bliss. How about a little more, down the back of the neck? I hunched my shoulders a bit, giving him the idea. Ah, nice. Very nice.

We went outside, me and Bernie. There were three trees out front, my favorite being a big shady one just perfect for napping under. I lifted my leg against it. Wow. Hadn’t realized I was that close to desperation. The night filled with splashing sounds and I zoned out a little, listening to them. I managed to stop the flow—not easy—and save some for dampening the rock at the end of the driveway and the wooden fence that separated our property from old man Heydrich’s next door, plus a squirt or two between the slats. Only doing my job, but don’t get me started on old man Heydrich.

Bernie was gazing up at the sky. A beautiful night—soft breeze, lots of stars, lights twinkling down the canyon, and what was this? A new tennis ball on the lawn. I went over and sniffed it. Not one of mine, not anyone’s I knew.

“Wanna play fetch?”

I pawed the thing. How did it get here? Cooped up all day, but I’d kept an ear cocked; except for when I dozed off, of course.

“Bring it here, Chet.”

I didn’t want to, not with this stranger’s smell on it.

“Come on.”

But I never said no to Bernie. I gave the ball a lick or two, making it mine, then took it over to Bernie and dropped it at his feet. Bernie reared back and threw the ball up the canyon road.

“Uh-oh—where’d it go?”

Where’d it go? He really couldn’t see it? That never failed to surprise me, how poorly he saw after the sun went down. I tore after the ball, bouncing up the middle of the road in plain sight, got my back feet way forward and sprang, totally airborne, snaring it on the short hop, the way I like, then wheeling around in one skidding motion and racing full speed, head low, ears flattened by the wind I was making, and dropped it at Bernie’s feet, putting on the brakes at the last moment. If you know something more fun than this, let me in on the secret.

“Got it on the short hop? Couldn’t tell from here.”

I wagged my tail, that quick one-two wag meaning yes, not the over-the-top one that wags itself and can mean lots of things, some of which I’m not too clear on myself.

“Nice.” He picked up the ball and was rearing back again when a car came slowly down the street and stopped in front of us.

The window slid down and a woman leaned out. “Is this thirteen-three-oh-nine?”

Bernie nodded.

“I’m looking for Bernie Little, the detective.”

“You found him.”

She opened the door, started to get out, then saw me. “Is the dog all right?”

Bernie stiffened. I felt it; he was standing right beside me. “Depends what you mean.”

“You know, is he safe, does he bite? I’m not that comfortable around dogs.”

“He won’t bite you.”

Of course I wouldn’t. But the idea was planted in my head, for sure. I could tell by all the saliva suddenly pooling in my mouth.

“Thanks. You never know about dogs.”

Bernie said something under his breath, too low for even me to hear; but I knew I liked it, whatever it was.

She got out of the car, a tall woman with long fair hair and a smell of flowers and lemons, plus a trace of another smell that reminded me of what happens only sometimes to the females in my world. What would that be like, having it turned on all the time? Probably drive you crazy. I glanced at Bernie, watching her, patting his hair into place. Oh, Bernie.

“I’m not sure where to begin. Nothing like this has ever happened to me.”

“Nothing like what?”

She wrung her hands. Hands are the weirdest things about humans, and the best: you can find out just about everything you need to know by watching them. “I live over on El Presidente.” She waved vaguely.

El Presidente: Was that the one where the sewer pipes were still going in? I was bad on street names—except our own, Mesquite Road—but why not? I didn’t need them to find my way.

“My name’s Cynthia Chambliss. I work with a woman you helped.”


“Angela DiPesto.”

Mercy. I remembered endless nights parked in front of motels up and down the state. We hated divorce work, me and Bernie, never even accepted any in the old days. But now we were having cash-flow problems, as Bernie put it. The truth was, I didn’t really know what “cash-flow problems” meant, but whatever they were, they woke Bernie in the night, made him get up and pace around, sometimes lighting a cigarette, even though he’d worked so hard to stop.

Bernie didn’t commit to anything about Angela DiPesto, just gave one of those little nods of his. Bernie was a great nodder. He had several different nods I could think of off the top of my head, all very readable once you knew what to look for. This particular nod meant: strike one.

“The fact is, Angie spoke of you highly—how you stuck it to that creep of a husband.” She gave herself a little shake. I can do that way, way better. “So when this happened, and you being practically in the neighborhood and all . . . anyway, here I am.” She rocked back and forth slightly, the way humans do when they’re very nervous.

“When what happened?”

“This thing with Madison. She’s disappeared.”

“Madison is your daughter?”

“Didn’t I say that? Sorry. I’m just so upset, I don’t know what I’m . . .”

Her eyes glistened up. This was always pretty interesting, the crying thing; not the sound—I could relate to that—but the waterworks, as Bernie called them, especially when Leda was on the producing end. They get upset, humans, and then water comes out of their eyes, especially the women. What is that all about? Bernie gazed down at the ground, shuffled his feet; he didn’t have a handle on it, either, although I’d once seen water seeping out of his own eyes, namely the day Leda had packed up all Charlie’s things. Charlie was their kid—Bernie and Leda’s—and now lived with Leda except for visits. We missed him, me and Bernie.

This woman—Cynthia? Chambliss? whatever her name was—the truth is, I have trouble catching names at first, sometimes miss other things, too, unless I have a real good view of the speaker’s face—took a tissue from a little bag she carried and dabbed at her eyes. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. How long has Madison been missing?”

The woman started to answer, but at that moment I heard something rustling in the bushes on the far side of the driveway. The next thing I knew, I was in the bushes myself, sniffing around, maybe even digging, but only the littlest bit. Some kind of smell was in the air, frog or toad, or . . . uh-oh: snake. I didn’t like snakes, didn’t like them at—

“Chet? You’re not digging in there, are you?”

I backed out of the bushes, trotted over to Bernie. Oops—my tail was down, tucked back in a guilty manner. I stuck it right up, high and innocent.

“Good boy.” He patted my head. Thump thump. Ah.

The woman was tapping her foot on the ground. “So you’re saying you won’t help me?”

Bernie took a deep breath. His eyes looked tired. The booze was wearing off. He’d be sleepy very soon. I was feeling a bit sleepy myself. Plus a little taste of something might be nice. Were there any of those rawhide chew strips left in the top drawer by the kitchen sink, the ones with that Southwestern flav—

“That’s not exactly what I said. Your daughter didn’t come home from school today. That makes her gone, what, not yet eight hours? The police won’t even open a missing-persons file till a full day’s gone by.”

Eight hours I had trouble with, but a full day I knew very well, from when the sun rose over the hills behind the garage to when it went down behind the hills on the other side.

“But you’re not the police.”

“True, and we don’t always agree, but I agree on this. You say Madison’s a sophomore in high school? So she’s what? Sixteen?”

“Fifteen. She’s in the gifted program.”

“In my experience, fifteen-year olds sometimes forget to call home, especially when they’re doing something impulsive, like going to the movies, or hanging out, or partying from time to time.”

“It’s a school night.”

“Even on school nights.”

“I told you—she’s gifted.”

“So was Billie Holiday.”

“I’m sorry?” The woman looked confused; the confused human face is almost as ugly as the angry one. I didn’t get the Billie Holiday thing, either, but at least I knew who she was—this singer Bernie listened to, especially when he was in one of his brooding moods.

But even if no one got what he was talking about, Bernie seemed pleased with himself, like he’d scored some point. I could tell by the smile that crossed his face, a little one, quickly gone. “Tell you what. If you don’t hear from her by morning, give me a call.” He held out his card.

She gave the card a hostile look, didn’t touch it. “By morning? Seventy-six percent of disappearances are solved in the first twelve hours, or they’re not . . .” Her eyes got wet again, and her voice sounded like something was choking her throat. “. . . solved at all.”

“Where’d you hear that?”

“I didn’t hear it. I looked it up on the Internet before I drove over. What you don’t seem to understand is that Madison has never done anything like this and never would. Maybe if you won’t help, you can recommend someone who will.”

Recommend another agency? Had this ever happened before? I couldn’t read the look on Bernie’s face at all.

“If it’s money you’re worried about, I’m prepared to pay whatever you charge, plus a big bonus the moment you find her.” She reached into her bag, pulled out a roll, peeled off some bills. “How’s five hundred in advance?”

Bernie’s eyes shifted over to the money and stayed there, his face now readable to anyone from any distance, his mind on cash flow. “I’d like to see her room first.” When Bernie caved, he did it quickly and all at once. I’d seen it with Leda a thousand times.

Cynthia handed over the money. “Follow me.”

Bernie stuffed the bills deep in his pocket. I ran over to our car—an old Porsche convertible, the body sandblasted, waiting a long time now for a new coat of paint—and jumped over the passenger-side door and into my seat.

“Hey. Did you see what your dog just did?”

Bernie nodded, the proud, confident nod, my favorite. “They call him Chet the Jet.” Well, Bernie does, anyway, although not often.

A coyote shrieked in the canyon, not far from the back of the house. I’d have to deal with that later. I no longer felt tired at all. And Bernie, turning the key in the ignition, looked the same: rarin’ to go. We thrived on work, me and Bernie.

Meet the Author

Spencer Quinn is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the ongoing Chet and Bernie mystery series, as well as the bestselling Bowser and Birdie series for middle grade readers. He lives on Cape Cod with his wife Diana—and dogs Audrey and Pearl. Keep up with him by visiting SpenceQuinn.com.

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Dog on It (Chet and Bernie Series #1) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 856 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Incredibly creative and fun to read!!! I love that the book is written from the dogs perspective. Absoultely ingenious. I couldn't stop laughing. If you love dogs, you will love this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is hysterical because it is from the dogs point of view. Chet, the dog detective, goes on crazy adventures and solves crimes. My life is boring in comparison. It is light hearted and tons of fun to read. At the same time it is a well written mystery novel with great characters and suspense. I'm loving it and highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Everytime I see a review by Harriet Klausner, I flag it. I wish other readers would do the same. Perhaps if enough people reported her, B&N would ban her reviews. She spoils books for the rest of us. I try not to read them, but every once in a while, I fail to note her name at the end of the review. I wish this selfish woman would get a different hobby. Now about this book, I hate reading about or seeing any type of animal suffering, be it real or imagined and this book has several rather graphic episodes of Chet being injured. I could hardly continue reading. I also hate not finishing a book I start and this one had so many good reviews, I decided to keep going. The editing was good, the plot was good and it was laugh out loud funny. I would recommend this book for mature 13 year old readers and up. Be warned though about Chet getting hurt and in life endandangering situations. AD
Barkville More than 1 year ago
I fell in love with this book when I realized that the narrator was a dog. Spencer Quinn KNOWS how dogs think & what matters to them (smells, steak, loyalty), develops a good plot and creates really lovable characters. The story was excellent & I really want more...now! I listened to it on recorded book and the narrator, Jim Frangione, also did an excellent job. Please get him to narrate Chet's voice the next time, he really captured it. I under stand Mr. Quinn is working on another Chet & Bernie mystery and all we (my dogs & I) can say is, "Thank Dog!" Two paws up.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Harriet Klausner's review is long and one paragraph. It reveals too much plot and her name is written at the end(for those who cant find her review) plz flag it. Now, about the book, it is good, but the mystery is easily solved. I would recommend this book to ages 12+ because there are some swear words. Luckily, there isnt any violence. Chet and Bernie are loveable and funny.
BlackyMN More than 1 year ago
I read the book called "Dog on it" by Spencer Quinn. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that book. I loved it. I read quite a bit, and this book was just so much fun! I really look forward to reading more books about Chet the dog and really, and any other books written by Spencer Quinn. What a great way for this Author to begin his career with a book like that. Loved it and laughed out loud reading it. Chet cracked me up and I bet any other animal lover laughed out loud too, especially when Chet talks about "thinking real hard" or just saving some (pee) so he can mark up other items and he doesn't know why either! I loved how he referred to his neighbor Iggy too and how they bark back & forth, any dog owner can attest to that going on in real life. Funny. I loved Bernie too, I could date him. I would recommend this book to anyone who wants a good read. I ordered all the other books by Spencer too. Keep on a writing. A true fan. Keep up the good work!! BlackyMN
KaraStephens More than 1 year ago
I gave this book to my mom for her birthday. She loved it so much. She was done with it in less than a week. She then gave the book to me to read. I loved it. So much adventure. And seeing through Chet's eyes was amazing. Brilliant writing! Loved every minute! Very hard to put down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Half way through the first CD(audiobook)I was shaking my head and ready to stop and take the CD out. I thought this is really dumb. I didn't and I am glad. The story is funny, warm, interesting and a good mystery. How the author gets inside a dog's mind is puzzling. But inside he gets. I found myself laughing out loud alone in the car. Chet has memory losses and then he remembers. He has moments when he realizes he is barking and wonders why? He has an odd thing with smells. I never thought about a lizard's smell. A good story and fun. I hope it is going to become a series. Many thanks to the author.
Capt-Cloud More than 1 year ago
Picked up this book and started to love this canine character immediately. Love him as the narrator. I rank it with the Spellman Files; its a refreshing slant on light hearted humor (what we think our pets might say) and some mystery.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I always love reading books from an animal's point of view. I loved the concept, and I loved the mystery. This was a very good book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Surprisingly wonderful!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Harriet klausner strikes again, ruining another book with her reveal of the entire book. This poster needs to be stopped. She is vain, egotistical and seems to delight in ruining a book for other readers. Harriet...i can read and actually would prefer to read a book for myself. I do not need you to read tge book, then tell me what happened.
mrbsmom More than 1 year ago
Since I am a dog lover, I purchased this book to read while on vacation. It was my first in this series and I will return to read the rest. I highly recommend this book as very entertaining.
Angela Meadows More than 1 year ago
I read this book in only 2 days. I loved it. If you're a dog lover this book is for you. I call it a mystery/comedy. I've already downloaded the second book in the series. Some swearing including the f word several times.
3bears More than 1 year ago
I thought Dog On It was the most hilarious book that I have ever read. I literally laughed uncontrollably at times until my eyes watered. True, that dog lovers will enjoy the book much more than non dog lovers. I have a dog and I can totally picture her thinking and saying these exact things that Chet comes up with. We have much to learn from dogs and their easy going ways. I ordered #2 well in advance of it's finish and gave it to my husband as a gift. (He also read the first one with me.) I am looking forward to many more books in this series. It takes great talent to write a book soley from a dog's perspective that is still a readable story. Great job Spencer Quinn!! Thank you for your stories!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Two good friends take on the world - one of them just happens to be a dog.
DianeD More than 1 year ago
Book was very cleverly written from Chet's (the dog) point of view. Quinn obviously put a lot of thought into figuring out what dogs must be thinking and feeling. It was so refreshing I had to work 12 hours on 2 hours sleep the day after I started reading it. My eyes just wouldn't close. "Just one more chapter." I finally chuckled myself to sleep.
I-Love-Mystery More than 1 year ago
The story was so original and the characters so easy to love and understand. The dog telling the story was very endearing. I can't wait for the next one!
cinder1 More than 1 year ago
If you want a good book that is for people that like animals, a little mystery, and a touch of flirtation it has it all. So I will be looking for his next book.
Corey1976 More than 1 year ago
This was a real intresting read. First off the book is told from Chet's point of view. Chet is the dog. And as a dog his mind wanders. He'll be listening to his partner Bernie talk about the case then Chet will smell something and that will take him off on tangent in his mind and will only start listening to Bernie again after Bernie has moved on. Also I like the way Chet thinks. When Bernie finds some middle age grooming issues, Chet is like "well I have that to and all I ever get is compliments on it." Also I like that Chet figures things out before Bernie does. It really makes you wonder how much more animals know about our surrondings then humans do. I choose this to be the first book in our Store Book Club. I can't wait for the next Chet and Bernie mystery and will totally check out the other books by the authors real name.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is wonderful to read -- I found myself laughing out loud (I haven't ever done that!). Can't wait for the next book from this author!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like mysteries and you have an ounce of affection for animals, you're gonna love Chet. When you look into your dog's heart and wonder "what's going on in there" --- Chet's nose will tell the "tail". This is just a funny, smart, wonderful read and if you don't find Chet completely loveable by the time you finish reading, something is seriously wrong with your heart. It's a decent mystery but the soul of the book is Chet and his doggie reasoning and musings. I hope there are more to come and I hope Chet stays healthy through a long series of books. Loved It!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would recommend these books. At present I have bought 5 and read 3. they would be great for a book club. They are all written form the dog, Chet's point of view. I love dogs and don't ever think I will think of things quite the same now. Don't get me wrong, my dogs have it easy, but I change their water more frequetly and other things I think about differently. They really make you much more aware. I would love to know what my dogs think I smell like. I used to think my forehead just read "stupid for dogs" in some kind of dog lingo, but I guess it's my sent, in a good way. Anyway they are great books and very entertaining!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Major adorable story. Told in first person (Dog) from Chet's perspective. Very inventive and if you ever wanted to know how a dog thinks, you have to check this out. Can't wait to read the others in the series.
gaelforcepostscript More than 1 year ago
I found this through a Book Club. Their synopsis sounded interesting so I ordered it. It was even better than I expected & I finished it in 2 readings. The plot is entertaining but the real joy is in the characters. Seeing things from a dog's point of view - Chet - written by a man who clearly understands dogs, makes it unique. When I read Robert B. Parker's first Spenser mystery, "The Godwulf Manuscript", I knew I would read everything he would write. I haven't felt that way about a new author until Spencer Quinn. I want to know more about Chet & Charlie & their lives together past, present & future. You have to read this book;you will be doing yourself a favor!