The Dog Who Knew Too Much (Chet and Bernie Series #4)

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The fourth entry in the irresistible New York Times bestselling mystery series featuring canine narrator Chet and his human companion Bernie Little??the coolest human/pooch duo this side of Wallace and Gromit? (Kirkus Reviews)

Humor and intrigue combine for a ?thoroughly entertaining comic mystery? (Booklist) as Spencer Quinn?s engaging and unlikely team of crime solvers takes on the case of a boy gone missing from a wilderness camp.

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The fourth entry in the irresistible New York Times bestselling mystery series featuring canine narrator Chet and his human companion Bernie Little—“the coolest human/pooch duo this side of Wallace and Gromit” (Kirkus Reviews)

Humor and intrigue combine for a “thoroughly entertaining comic mystery” (Booklist) as Spencer Quinn’s engaging and unlikely team of crime solvers takes on the case of a boy gone missing from a wilderness camp.

The kid’s mother thinks her ex-husband snatched their son, but Chet’s always reliable nose leads Bernie in a new and dangerous direction. Meanwhile, matters at home get complicated when a stray puppy that looks suspiciously like Chet shows up. Affairs of the heart collide with a job that’s never been tougher, requiring our intrepid sleuths to trust each other even when circumstances—and a rival P.I.—conspire to keep them far apart.

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In Spencer Quinn's Chet and Bernie mysteries, of which this is the fourth, canine Chet isn't just man's best friend; he is also a topflight narrator and crime-sniffer. In this entertaining episode, Bernie, the human member of the duo, needs his dog's help to solve the case of a missing child while closer to home, a stray puppy arouses affection—and suspicion. A pooch-perfect mystery.

Publishers Weekly
Near the start of the pseudonymous Quinn's outstanding fourth Chet and Bernie whodunit (after 2010's To Fetch a Thief), Anya Vereen asks PI Bernie Little to pose as a friend of hers and accompany her to parents' weekend at Big Bear Wilderness Camp, where her son, Devin, is a camper. Anya, who fears that her ex, Guy Wenders, also slated to attend, will cause trouble, hopes that Bernie's presence will prevent "unpleasantness." The investigator reluctantly accepts the job. At the camp, he and Chet, his faithful dog sidekick, find themselves with a very different problem to solve after Devin disappears while on an overnight. Chet's tracking ability comes in handy, but the search quickly takes a violent and unexpected turn. Quinn (suspense novelist Peter Abrahams) manages to sell the conceit of a literate canine narrator by dint of intelligent writing and on-the-mark pacing and tone. (Sept.)
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“Outstanding….Quinn (suspense novelist Peter Abrahams) manages to sell the conceit of a literate canine narrator by dint of intelligent writing and on-the-mark pacing and tone.”
Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Human cunning and canine smarts triumph once again.”
Kirkus Reviews

"A charming tale."
People Magazine

“A thoroughly entertaining comic mystery. A must-read, of course, for everyone who likes a canine presence in their crime novels.”

“How could you not enjoy a doggone good tale like this?”

Library Journal
One wonders whether this dog knew how popular Quinn's series would be when it launched with Dog on It. In any case, cool canine Chet and his beloved Bernie have been hired to find a boy possibly snatched by his divorced dad, but Chet noses out new clues that make things look more desperate. Meanwhile, both Bernie's girlfriend's old boyfriend and a stray pup suspiciously resembling Chet appear on the scene. Great, cozy fun even if you're not nuts for dogs; with a four-city tour and a reading group guide.
Kirkus Reviews

Backcountry hiking turns out to be no walk in the park for the indomitable Chet and his human partner Bernie.

Because he's chronically short of cash, there aren't too many gigs Bernie Little (To Fetch a Thief, 2010, etc.) won't take a shot at. But giving the keynote at the Great Western Private Eye Convention turns out to be a bad deal, since the offer is only a pretext for its president, Georgie Malhouf, to make a bid for Chet. No sale, says Bernie. Instead, he takes what looks like a real stinker of a case: pretending to be Anya Vereen's new guy so that her old guy, Guy Wenders, won't make a play for reconciliation during Parents Weekend at Big Bear Wilderness Camp. Chet loves this trip; after all, the mountains are filled with wonderful, strange smells. Bernie, not so much, especially after he learns that Anya's son Devin went missing on his cabin's overnight. When Bernie takes Chet and wilderness guide Turk Rendell back where the boy was last seen, Chet follows Devin's scent into an abandoned mine, raising the searchers' hopes. But then Turk gets killed, and Bernie runs afoul of Big Bear's so-called law-enforcement community, most of whom share the name Laidlaw. Once Bernie gets arrested for Turk's murder, Chet is on his own. Chet knows plenty, but how can he share his wisdom with reporter Suzie Sanchez, who's almost as smart as Bernie, not to mention smelling almost as good and being a really great patter?

Human cunning and canine smarts triumph once again.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439157107
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 6/19/2012
  • Series: Chet and Bernie Series , #4
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 74,894
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Spencer Quinn

Spencer Quinn lives on Cape Cod with his dog, Audrey. He is currently working on the next Chet and Bernie novel. Visit him online at


Pseudonymous author Spencer Quinn zoomed to bestsellerdom with his wry, entertaining Chet and Bernie series, featuring one of the most delightful sleuthing duos in mystery history—an intrepid K-9 police academy dropout and his hapless private detective owner. An Agatha Award-winning writer (under his given name, Peter Abrahams), Quinn lives on Cape Cod.

Good To Know

Some fascinating outtakes from our interview with Spencer Quinn:
"My mother, also a writer, taught me just about everything I know about writing when I was nine or ten years old. For example: Try not to use connecting words like however, nevertheless, to be sure. Sentences should connect through the force of the ideas connecting, and if you find yourself using a lot of connecting words, then maybe your ideas are wrong. Also, really important: push every situation as far as you can. Without crossng the credibilty line, of course. That's a continuing challenge."

"The best thing I've done in my life is raise four happy kids."

"My first job was as a spearfisherman in the Bahamas. This is done free-diving (no scuba). We would often work depths in excess of 70 feet. Sometimes we disputed the catch with sharks. I much prefer dogs to sharks."

"My favorite way to unwind is playing tennis. I love the game even though I consider myself a hacker. My forehand was always decent but it took years for my backhand to get where it is now—still nothing to write home about. So humbling to be such a slow learner at something, and so good for me. I love the competition, too, and the camaraderie. A lot of the guys have no clear idea about what I actually do for a living and aren't interested. I love that, too."

"It turns out to be true that writing novels is a lonely occupation. It changes you. I was very gregarious when I was younger (way too much, I'm sure people who knew me then would say). Now I'm much less so."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Peter Abrahams
    2. Hometown:
      Falmouth, Massachusetts
    1. Date of Birth:
      June 28, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Brooklline, Massachusetts
    1. Education:
      BA, Williams College, 1968
    2. Website:

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Was I proud of Bernie or what?

True, he’d been pretty nervous going into this gig. I can always tell when Bernie’s nervous—which hardly ever happens, and never when we’re in action—because his smell sharpens a bit, although it’s still the best human smell there is: apples, bourbon, salt and pepper. But now, up on the stage, he was doing great.

“Which, um,” he was saying, “reminds me of a joke. “Sort of. Maybe not a joke,” he went on, turning a page, “more like a—” and at that moment the whole wad of papers somehow jumped out of his hands, all the pages gliding down in different directions. He bent and started gathering them up. That gave me a chance, sitting a few rows back, to recoy or recon—or something like that—the joint, always important in our line of work, as Bernie often said.

We were in a conference room at a hotel near the airport, and everyone in the audience—maybe not quite as big as it had been at the beginning, when Bernie had tapped the microphone, a painful sound for me, pounding like drums right next to my ears, although no one else seemed to mind, cleared his throat, and said, “Can, uh, you hear me all right?” a terrific start, in my opinion— was a private eye, on account of this was the Great Western Private Eye Convention. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie, Bernie’s last name being Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple, and we’d been in business for almost as long as I could remember, although we’d never been to a convention before. “Not our thing,” Bernie said, so that was that, until Georgie Malhouf, president of the Great Western Private Eye Association, offered Bernie five hundred bucks to give a speech.

“A speech?” Bernie had said.

“Twenty minutes, tops,” Georgie Malhouf told him. “Plus questions.”

“I’ve never given a speech in my life.”

“So what?” said Georgie Malhouf. “There was also a time in your life when you hadn’t had sex. Did that stop you?”

That one zipped right by me, but the point was: five hundred bucks. Our finances were a mess. We hadn’t worked an actual case—not even divorce, which we hated—in I didn’t know how long, plus there was the hit we’d taken from the tin futures thing, and don’t get me started on the stacks and stacks of Hawaiian pants, locked away at our self-storage in Pedroia; we hadn’t sold a single pair. Why they hadn’t caught on was a mystery to me: didn’t everybody love Hawaiian shirts? Bernie had lots of them, was wearing one of my favorites right now up on that stage, the blue number with the gold trumpets.

He picked up the pages, or most of them, and tried to get them back into some kind of order. Meanwhile, I heard feet shuffling out of the room behind me, and across the aisle I was sitting in both Mirabelli brothers seemed to be asleep, their mouths hanging open. On my other side sat Georgie Malhouf, a real skinny guy with sunken cheeks and a thick black mustache. There’s something about mustaches that makes it hard for me to look away, so I didn’t. After some time, I noticed that Georgie was looking at me, too.

“On the ball, aren’t you?” he said. “Just like they say.”

Ball? I’m just about always in the mood to play ball. A very faint thought arose in my mind, something about this maybe not being a good time for playing ball; but it sank quickly away, and I kept my eyes on Georgie Malhouf, waiting for him to produce a ball from somewhere. No ball appeared. Georgie Malhouf was keeping his eyes, small and dark, on me.

“Ten grand sound about right?” he said.

Numbers aren’t my best thing—I stop at two, a perfect number in my opinion—but when it came to money anything with grand in it got us excited, me and Bernie. He was bumping us up to ten grand? Bernie’s speech was going even better than I’d thought.

BAM BAM BAM. Bernie was tapping the microphone again. “Hear me all right?” He glanced up at the audience, from which came no response, and then quickly down to the papers in his hand. For some reason, he was holding them kind of close to his face, and they weren’t quite steady.

“This, uh, joke—maybe more like a …” He lapsed into silence, a silence that seemed rather long—although the room was getting noisier, with more movement toward the doors behind me—then cleared his throat again, so forcefully it had to hurt, and said very loudly, almost a shout: “Riddle!” He toned it down a bit. “Riddle. That’s it. Here comes the riddle: What did the duck say to the horse?” He glanced up in an abrupt sort of way and scanned the audience, what was left of it.

What did the duck say to the horse? Was that what Bernie had just said?

“Anybody?” Bernie said. “Duck? Horse?”

No response. I knew horses, of course, prima donnas each and every one. I’d also had an encounter with a duck, in the middle of a lake in the border country on our way back from a case we’d been working down Mexico way. Nipped me right on the nose, which came as a big surprise. But horses and ducks together? I had nothing to offer.

Up on stage, Bernie opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “‘Why the long face?’” he said.


Bernie reached out, maybe thinking of tapping the microphone again, but did not. “Duck?” he said. “Noting the horse’s different physiognomy, which was the topic of my speech, facial classifications? A funny little approach to the subject at hand?”

More silence.

Bernie shuffled through the papers. “And I guess that more or less … brings us to the end of the prepared remarks.” What was the word for when humans talk but you can’t understand a thing? Muttering? Yeah. Bernie was muttering now. “Happy to take any questions,” he went on, or something like that.

There were no questions.

“Well, then, it’s time to, uh … thanks. Yeah. Thanks. You’ve been a great, um.” Bernie raised his hand in a funny sort of wave, a page or two flying free, and started walking off the stage. Then came the applause. I heard it for sure, but my sense of hearing’s probably better than yours, no offense.

“Fantastic, Bernie,” Georgie Malhouf was saying. We were at a corner table in the bar of the airport hotel, and by now Bernie had stopped sweating. “You’re a natural-born public speaker.”

“I am?”

“Never seen anything like it.” A fresh round of drinks came, beer for Bernie and Georgie Malhouf, water in a nice big soup bowl for me. Georgie clinked Bernie’s glass. “Why the long face,” he said. “Priceless. When did you make that one up?”

“Make it up?” said Bernie. “Can’t really say I—”

“Not just a natural-born public speaker,” Georgie said, “but a natural-born communicator in general.” He handed Bernie a check. “Here you go, pal. Earned every penny.”

I watched carefully till Bernie folded the check and put it in his pocket, not his shirt pocket, where we’d run into problems before, or his back pants pocket, also unreliable once or twice in the past, but the front pants pocket, safe and sound with the car keys.

“Bourbon still your drink, Bernie?” Georgie said. “How about a shot of something to go along with that beer?”

“A little early for—”


Two shots of bourbon arrived. Glasses got clinked again.

“Communicators aren’t exactly thick on the ground in this business,” Georgie said. I could make out a stretch of ground through the window, saw nothing but a parking lot with a red car pulling in. “So why don’t I cut to the chase?”

That was the kind of thing I liked to hear. I got my back paws up under me, ready to move.

Bernie lowered his glass, tilted his head slightly to one side. That was a sign of his brain clicking into gear, and Bernie’s brain was one of the best things we had going for us at the Little Detective Agency. His brain and my nose: plenty of perps now wearing orange jump suits can tell you about that combo.

“Life’s not fair,” Georgie went on, losing me right away. “Man of your ability.” He shook his head.

“No complaints,” Bernie said.

“See, right there—the quality factor,” said Georgie. He took out a pack of cigarettes, offered one to Bernie. Bernie had quit smoking lots of times, but right now we were in the middle of one of his best efforts.

“Don’t think there’s smoking in here,” Bernie said.

“Hotel’s a client,” said Georgie. “Live a little.”

They lit up. Bernie took a deep drag, let the smoke out with a sigh. Poor Bernie. Smoke drifted over toward me. I was smelling how pleasant it smelled when I noticed the red car parking right beside our ride. Our ride’s a Porsche, but not the new fancy kind. It’s brown with yellow doors, very old, and the top went missing back when we were working the Hobbs case, a story for another time. A woman sat behind the wheel of the red car; she didn’t seem in a hurry to get out.

Georgie sipped his drink. “Like this bourbon?” he said.

“Very nice,” Bernie said.

“Tell you the truth, Bern,” Georgie began, and I missed some of what came next, on account of: Bern. Bernie hated that! In fact, the last guy who’d tried it, a carjacker from the East Valley, name escaping me at the moment, was now breaking rocks in the hot sun. Were we about to take down Georgie Malhouf? His mustache was really starting to bother me.

“… whole chain’s a client,” Georgie was saying, “including the Arbuckle Palace in LA. Check out the world around us. Security—my kind—is only going to get bigger.”

“What’s the other kind?” Bernie said.

Georgie made a motion with his hand, like he was waving away flying insects, although there were none around. I always know when insects are around: they’re very noisy. Birds are much quieter when they fly, kind of crazy.

“The other kind,” Georgie said, “is the lone wolf.” He leaned forward, wagged his finger at Bernie. “Headed for rapid extinction, Bern.” Sometimes things go by so fast you can’t keep up. For example, Georgie’s wagging finger had curly black hair on the back, always interesting, but there was no time to dwell on it, not if wolves were suddenly in the picture. I knew wolves, but only from Animal Planet. I glanced around the bar: no wolves, no creatures of any kind, except humans and me. But the fur on my neck was up and stiff.

“I’m offering you a job,” Georgie said. He looked over at me. “You and Chet, of course.”

“You mean you want to subcontract a case out to us?” Bernie said.

“Nope,” said Georgie. “I’m talking about a real permanent-type job, assistant VP Operations, Malhouf International Investigations, eighty-five K to start, plus benefits and two weeks’ paid vacation.”

Bernie shook his head, a very quick side-to-side. Charlie— that’s Bernie’s kid, who we don’t see nearly enough since the divorce—has the exact same headshake. All of a sudden Bernie looked younger.

Georgie sat back in his chair. His eyes, dark to begin with, darkened some more. “Not even going to think about it?” he said.

“I appreciate the offer,” Bernie said. “But it wouldn’t be a good fit.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Georgie said.

“See?” said Bernie, and he laughed.

Bernie has a great laugh, so much fun to listen to—the way it comes from deep down—but Georgie didn’t seem to be enjoying it. “Always considered you a serious individual, Bern,” he said. “Must be some reason you’re not taking me seriously.”

Bernie shrugged.

Georgie leaned forward. “I do my research. That means I know what you’ve been making. Or not making, to put it more accurately. Christ, I know about the tin futures. And even the goddamn pants. What else? You’re late on your kid’s tuition and you’re upside down on your house.”

Upside down on our house? I gave up on understanding Georgie. But whatever he was talking about seemed to have gotten to Bernie. When Bernie’s angry, a little jaw muscle starts clenching, and it was clenching now. He put down his drink and started to rise. “Thanks for the drink,” he said. “The answer’s no.”

Georgie shrugged; I always watch for that one. “Gotta do what you gotta do,” he said, rising too. He took something from his pocket, something that looked like another check, and held it out to Bernie.

“What’s this?” Bernie said, not taking it.

“Ten grand,” Georgie said.

“What the hell?”

“Not for you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s for Chet.”

“I don’t understand,” Bernie said. Ten grand! Maybe it was a prize or something. I’d once won a whole box of Slim Jims at an agility contest, but no time to go into that now. All I thought was: take the money!

“I want to buy Chet,” Georgie said. “Have him come work for us.”

What was this? Something without Bernie?

“Chet’s not for sale,” Bernie said. His face had gone pale, practically white. “Not now, not ever.”

“Fifteen grand,” Georgie said. “Final offer.”

Bernie didn’t touch the ten-grand check. And as for the five-hundred-dollar check—this was getting pretty complicated, with two checks in play—Bernie dug it out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. I was sorry to see it go, but only a bit. We walked out of the bar, me and Bernie. Was I proud of him or what?

© 2011 Spencer Quinn

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  • Posted September 26, 2011

    Leave You Feeling Tip Top All The Way

    With each new book in the Chet & Bernie series, Spencer Quinn just keeps getting better and better at capturing the world from a canine perspective. The interplay between Chet and Bernie, co-partners in the Little Detective Agency, transcends all the great buddy pairings in detective fiction, whether on the big screen, television or print. What you have is an incredibly readable tale with all the elements one could possibly desire in mystery fiction - great prose mixed with fast-paced action and an element of suspense, counterbalanced with a touch of humor and an endearing affection for the nation within a nation, as Chet's kind are referred to throughout. Readers are torn between a desire of tearing through the book as quickly as possible and of going slow so as to savor every word and nuance. Whichever course the reader chooses, one is left feeling just tip-top at the end of the journey, as Chet would say, while anxiously awaiting the arrival of the next book in the series. Who could ask for more than this?

    10 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 11, 2011

    A Great Tale

    The past couple years August has brought added anticipation. I am more than ready for my beach vacation to relax with a pile of books. Also, there has been a new Chet and Bernie mystery to read and review. I was excited to recently receive the fourth installment of Chet's adventures a few days ago. THE DOG WHO KNEW TOO MUCH by Spencer Quinn went to the top of my mountainous reading pile. I would have gulped the novel down in one day, but a silly thing known as my day job at a public library got in the way. For readers who have not had the pleasure of reading Spencer Quinn's charming tales, Chet is a dog and the narrator. Bernie is a private investigator who always seems to fall for get rich quick schemes that even Chet knows are doomed to failure. Chet keen senses and skills do help track down the bad guys. Bernie has his own intuitive skills and bravery to overcome obstacles and save the day. With THE DOG WHO KNEW TOO MUCH, Bernie turns down an offer to sell Chet, but hires on as a bodyguard. The action quickly changes gears as the focus of Chet and Bernie's case becomes a young boy who goes missing at a camp. Is the boy a victim of bullies or is his father hatching a nefarious plan in a custody battle? As Chet and Bernie pursue the clues, they realize they could become crime victims themselves. As a dog, Chet takes all conversations literally, which provides comic relief and heartwarming charm. I am not usually a "dog person", but I could not help loving Chet from the start. The author adds some background to help those who have not read the earlier novels in the series, but you will not get the full effect unless you start with DOG ON IT. You won't want to miss the humor, suspense and pure fun. Spencer Quinn is the pseudonym for writer Peter Abrahams. I am sorry to say I have not read any books by Mr. Abrahams, but I will have to add them to my to be read pile very soon. You can be sure I will read the next Chet and Bernie story as soon as it is available.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2013

    A wonderful series from a dog's point of view!

    How could anyone write a complicated mystery/crime story using first person narrative by a dog? Mr. Quinn has done's BELIEVABLE! Amazing...body-language, dog-senses (I never get tired of Chet catching himself already in-the-act before he finishes his thoughts. Some of the time, before he begins to think), communicating with us humans and just simply SO VERY MUCH FUN!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 30, 2014

    While this book can stand on its own, references to cases in pre

    While this book can stand on its own, references to cases in previous books make for a much better understanding. I love these books and will continue to read the series as long as it is fresh.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    Great read

    I have read all six books they were all page turners can't wait till book seven comes out!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2014


    Where twolegs zoom past.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2014

    The Dog Who Knew Too much(Chet and Bernie Series#4)

    I just could not get into this. I don't want to be unfair. I think I need to read the first book to get some understanding about the characters. I will try again after I see the first of the series. But for now putting it on the shelf.

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  • Posted May 2, 2014

    I have not read it yet

    I have not read it yet.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2013

    My first read in this series.

    Great introduction to this series, now I have to go back to the first book in the series and follow-through!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    Chet and Bernie are...

    Amazing, cool, and MYSTERIOUS. The author of this book is very creative to make the dog the narrator. I'm looking forward to the 6th book!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2013

    Wonderful Book!

    It had all the compoents that make a book MY taste, friendship, mystery, and of course a dog, like Chet!

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  • Posted July 5, 2013

    Can't get enough of Chet and Bernie!

    Can't get enough of Chet and Bernie!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    Love it!

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  • Posted January 14, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    good read!!!

    seems the author is in touch with how dogs think... Highly recommend for those who like mysteries, and love dogs!

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  • Posted December 28, 2012

    This book is not barking up the wrong tree.

    Chet and Bernie are up to their usual tricks in muddling through a pretty complicated number of plot twists (espessialy when your number skills only go to two). Finishing one of Spencer Quinn's stories always leaves me anxious to get to the next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2012

    A Fun Read

    All of the Chet and Bernie series are entertaining. I've read all five and eagerly await the 6th as soon as Spencer Quinn gets busy and publishes it. Enjoy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2012


    While the premise is cute to have a dog be the narrator (what is better than a clever dog), the story and writing was not well done. I guess I expected more from this story than it offered. I won't be reading any more of this author.

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  • Posted September 5, 2012

    Love dogs? Love mysteries? Love subtlety? This is for you....

    The fourth in a series told in the first per.....well, K9, actually. Chet and Bernie are an unbeatable team when it comes to solving twisted crimes. But it is their relationship which one remembers best. All of the books in this series are delightful reads. I read them all in three days and couldn't put them down. So, "Warning: Can be addictive." And don't forget the bit about the cat involved!

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  • Posted August 21, 2012

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    Chet and Bernie of the Little Detective Agency are on the case

    Chet and Bernie of the Little Detective Agency are on the case again,
    this time in search of a little boy who has gone missing from a
    wilderness camp up in the mountains. The boy’s mom, Anya, had hired
    Bernie as a bodyguard because she thought her ex might snatch the child
    but it doesn’t take the detective duo long to discover that something
    much more sinister is going on. There’s no doubt that Devin is missing
    but evidence of bullying leads to questions of camp management. Chet and
    Bernie set out with the trail guide to find Devin but Bernie then begins
    to see signs that the camp’s director and the trail guide are not being
    entirely forthcoming and perhaps criminal activity is afoot. Chet is
    the next to disappear and Bernie is arrested and charged with murder
    after a body is found in an abandoned mine. It’s up to Chet to escape
    his kidnappers—which he does in typically clever Chet fashion—and find a
    way to rescue Bernie with a little help from Bernie’s almost-girlfriend,
    Suzie. The Dog Who Knew Too Much is the fourth in the series and the
    first to have a real, nail-biter mystery—the first three were
    wonderful, eminently readable books but a bit lightweight in the
    suspense arena.The charm of a Chet and Bernie mystery, though, lies
    largely in Chet’s interpretations of the world around him and that’s no
    less the case in this installment: when Anya says she used to wish time
    would stop and the only thing left of the sandwiches she, Bernie and
    Chet have been eating is the crusts of one egg salad sandwich, Chet pegs
    her as a risk taker. And just who is that puppy who looks suspiciously
    like Chet?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2012


    Even if u dont like dogs these books will entrance u!

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