Thereby Hangs a Tail (Chet and Bernie Series #2)

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In the irresistible second installment of the New York Times bestselling Chet and Bernie mystery series, which has been hailed as “enchanting [and] one-of-a-kind” (Stephen King), Chet gets a glimpse of the show dog world turned deadly.

What first seems like a walk in the park to wise and lovable canine narrator Chet and his human companion Bernie—to investigate threats made against a pretty, pampered show dog—turns into a serious case when Princess and her owner are abducted. To...

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Overview

In the irresistible second installment of the New York Times bestselling Chet and Bernie mystery series, which has been hailed as “enchanting [and] one-of-a-kind” (Stephen King), Chet gets a glimpse of the show dog world turned deadly.

What first seems like a walk in the park to wise and lovable canine narrator Chet and his human companion Bernie—to investigate threats made against a pretty, pampered show dog—turns into a serious case when Princess and her owner are abducted. To make matters worse, Bernie’s on-again, off-again girlfriend, reporter Susie Sanchez, disappears too. When Chet is separated from Bernie, he’s on his own to put the pieces together, find his way home, and save the day. Spencer Quinn’s “brilliantly original” (Richmond Times-Dispatch) and “masterful” (Los Angeles Times) series combines genuine suspense and intrigue with humor and insight for a tail-wagging good time readers won’t soon forget.

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Taking the genre for another refreshing spin, Quinn brings back Chet, the 100-pound crime-fighting canine he introduced in last year's Dog On It. Once again narrated by Chet, this volume finds dog and owner, private investigator Bernie Little, down on their financial luck and looking into threats against a pampered celebrity show dog named Princess. Before long, Princess and her wealthy, high-maintenance owner are abducted, along with the newspaper reporter who was covering the case, Bernie's on-again off-again love interest, Susie Sanchez. The trail leads the four-legged detective and his bipedal partner to a creepy ghost town, where they're separated; with a bit of doggie diligence and good luck, the duo reunites and unravels a messy conspiracy involving a corrupt small-town sheriff, a disgruntled dog trainer, and two hippies who can't stop listening to "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." Chet makes a clever narrator, thinking like a human but often confounded by figures of speech ("crocodile tears," "red herring"), and Quinn manages to keep things both humorous and suspenseful while delivering a proper, satisfying whodunit.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780594495222
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 1/5/2010
  • Series: Chet and Bernie Series , #2
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 131,982
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Spencer Quinn

Spencer Quinn is the author of six previous Chet and Bernie mystery novels: Dog on It, Thereby Hangs a Tail, To Fetch a Thief, The Dog Who Knew Too Much, A Fistful of Collars, and The Sound and the Furry. He lives on Cape Cod with his dogs Audrey and Pearl. When not keeping them out of mischief, he is hard at work on the next Chet and Bernie mystery. Keep up with him—and with Chet and Bernie—by visiting ChetTheDog.com.

Biography

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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Thereby Hangs a Tail

The perp looked around—what nasty little eyes he had!—and saw there was nowhere to go. We were in some kind of warehouse, big and shadowy, with a few grimy high-up windows and tall stacks of machine parts. I couldn’t remember how the warehouse fit in, exactly, or even what the whole case was all about; only knew beyond a doubt, from those nasty eyes and that sour end-of-the-line smell, a bit like those kosher pickles Bernie had with his BLTs—I’d tried one; once was enough for the kosher pickles, although I always had time for a BLT—that this guy was the perp. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the pant leg. Case closed.

The perp cried out in pain, a horrible, high-pitched sound that made me want to cover my ears. Too bad I can’t do that, but no complaints—I’m happy the way I am (even if my ears don’t match, something I found out about a while back but can’t get into right now). The perp’s noises went on and on and finally it hit me that maybe I had more than just his pant leg. That happened sometimes: my teeth are probably longer than yours and sharper, too. What was that? Yes, the taste of blood. My mistake, but a very exciting one all the same.

“Call him off!” the perp screamed. “I give up.”

Bernie came running up from behind. “Good work, Chet,” he said, huffing and puffing. Poor Bernie—he was trying to give up smoking again but not having much luck.

“Get him off! He’s biting me!”

“Chet wouldn’t bite,” Bernie said. “Not deliberately.”

“Not deliberately? What are you—”

“On the other hand, round about now he usually likes to hear a confession.”

“Huh? He’s a goddamn dog.”

“Language,” said Bernie.

Those nasty eyes shifted around, looking wild now. “But he’s a dog.”

“True,” Bernie said.

I wagged my tail. And maybe, on account of the good mood I was in—what was better than a job well done?—shook my head from side to side a bit.

“Aaiieeee! I confess! I confess!”

“To what?”

“To what? The El Camino jewel heist, for Christ sake.”

“El Camino jewel heist?” said Bernie. “We’re here about the Bar J Guest Ranch arson.”

“That, too,” said the perp. “Just get him offa me.”

“Chet?” Bernie said. “Chet?”

Oh, all right, but how about that taste, human blood? Addictive or what?

Hours later we had two checks, one for the arson, one for the jewel heist, and a good thing, too, because our finances were a mess—alimony, child support, a bad investment in some company with plans to make Hawaiian pants just like the Hawaiian shirts Bernie wears on special occasions, and not much work lately except for divorce cases, never any fun. We run a detective agency, me and Bernie, called the Little Detective Agency on account of Little being Bernie’s last name. My name’s Chet, pure and simple. Headquarters is our house on Mesquite Road, a nice place with a big tree out front, perfect for napping under, and the whole canyon easily accessible out back, if it just so happens someone left the gate open. And then, up in the canyon—well, say no more.

“This calls for a celebration,” Bernie said. “How about a chew strip?” Was that a serious question? Who says no to a chew strip? He opened the cupboard over the sink, where the chew strips were kept; at one time, a very nice time, they’d been on an open shelf, lower down. “And while we’re at it . . .” Uh-oh. Bernie reached for the bottle of bourbon, standing by the chew strip box.

We sat out back, watching the light change on the far side of the canyon as the sun went down, Bernie at the table sipping bourbon, me under it, trying to take my time with the chew strip. This wasn’t any chew strip, but a high-end bacon-flavored rawhide chew from Rover and Company, an outfit owned by our buddy Simon something or other, whom we’d met on a missing-persons case, our specialty. Bacon smell—the best there is—rose all around me, like a dense cloud. I glanced up at Bernie through the glass tabletop. Could he smell it? Probably not. The puniness of his sense of smell—and the sense of smell of humans in general—was something I’ve never gotten used to.

He looked down at me. “What’s on your mind, boy? Ten to one you’re thinking about how you chased that guy down.” Wrong, but at that moment he reached over and scratched between my ears, right on a spot I hadn’t even realized was desperate for scratching, so I gave my tail a thump. Bernie laughed. “Read your mind,” he said. Not close, but I didn’t care—he could believe whatever he wanted as long as he kept up this scratching, digging his nails in just so, an expert. He stopped—too soon, always too soon—and said, “How about Dry Gulch? Hell, we earned it.”

I was on my feet, gulping down what was left of the chew strip. The Dry Gulch Steakhouse and Saloon was one of our favorites. They had a big wooden cowboy out front—I’d lifted my leg against him once, not good, I know, but just too tempting—and a patio bar in back where my guys were welcome. We went in the Porsche—an old topless one that had replaced our not-quite-as-old topless one after it shot off a cliff on a day I’ll never forget, although I’ve actually forgotten most of it already—brown with yellow doors, Bernie driving, me riding shotgun. Loved riding shotgun: what was better than this? I stuck my head way up, into the wind: smells went by faster than I could sort them out, a kind of nose feast that I’m afraid you’ll never—

“Hey, Chet, a little space, buddy.”

Oops. Way over on Bernie’s side. I shifted closer to my door.

“And ease up on the drooling.”

Drooling? Me? I moved over as far as I could and sat stiffly the rest of the way, back straight, eyes forward, aloof. I wasn’t alone in the drooling department, had seen Bernie drooling in his sleep more than once, and Leda, too, Bernie’s ex-wife, meaning humans drooled, big time. But had I ever made the slightest fuss about it, or thought less of them? You tell me.

We sat in the patio bar at the Dry Gulch Steakhouse and Saloon, Bernie on the end stool, me on the floor. The big summer heat—not just heat but pressure, like a heavy blanket is always weighing down on you—was over, but it was still plenty hot and the cool tiles felt good. Bernie pointed across the street with his chin. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” said the bartender.

“That hole in the ground.”

“Condos,” the bartender said. “Ten stories? Fifteen maybe?”

Bernie has dark, prominent eyebrows with a language all their own. Sometimes, like now, they grew jagged and his whole face, normally such a nice sight, darkened. “And when the aquifer runs dry, what then?” he said.

“Aquifer?” said the bartender.

“Any idea of the current population of the Valley?” Bernie said.

“The whole valley?” said the bartender. “Gotta be up there.” Bernie gave him a long look, then ordered a double.

A waitress in a cowboy hat came by. “Is that Chet? Haven’t seen you in a while.” She knelt down, gave me a pat. “Still like steak tips?” Why would that ever change? “Hey, easy, boy.”

Bernie had a burger and another bourbon; steak tips and water for me. His face returned to normal. Whew. Bernie worried about the aquifer a lot and sometimes when he got going couldn’t stop. All our water came from the aquifer—I’d heard him say that over and over, although I’d never laid eyes on this aquifer, whatever it was. I didn’t get it at all: there was plenty of water in the Valley—how else to explain all that spraying on the golf courses, morning and evening, and those beautiful little rainbows the sprinklers made? We had water out the yingyang. I got up and pressed my head against Bernie’s leg. He did some light scratching in that space between my eyes, impossible for me to get to. Ah, bliss. I spotted a French fry under the stool next to Bernie’s and snapped it up.

A bourbon or two later, Lieutenant Stine of the Metro PD—a trim little guy in a dark suit—walked in. Bernie had worked for him sometime in the distant past, before my adventures in K-9 school (washing out on the very last day, a long story, but it’s no secret that a cat was involved) and had played some role in Bernie and me getting together, the exact details a bit foggy.

“Hear you cleared the El Camino case,” Lieutenant Stine said. “Nice job.”

“Luck, mostly,” Bernie said.

“And a full confession to boot.”

“Chet’s doing.”

Lieutenant Stine glanced down, saw me. He had a thin face and thin lips, didn’t smile much in my experience, but he smiled now, somehow ended up looking a little dangerous. “He’s a good interrogator,” he said.

“The best,” said Bernie.

I thumped my tail.

“Understand a tidy reward went along with that,” the lieutenant said. A few stools down the row, a guy in a Hawaiian shirt glanced over.

“No complaints,” Bernie said to Lieutenant Stine. “What are you drinking?”

A minute or so later, Bernie and the lieutenant were clinking glasses. I’d lost count of Bernie’s bourbons by now; counting isn’t my strength, not past two.

“Glad I ran into you,” Lieutenant Stine said. “There’s a little something that might be up your alley.”

“Like what?” Bernie said.

Lieutenant Stine glanced down at me. “Up your alley for sure, come to think of it,” he said. “And potentially lucrative besides.”

“You have our attention,” said Bernie.

Lieutenant Stine lowered his voice, but nowhere near out of my range. Have I mentioned the sharpness of my hearing yet, or was that just about my teeth? At that very moment, for example, I could hear a woman huddled over a cell phone at a table clear across the room saying “They’re upping my medication.” That sounded so interesting, I missed the beginning of the lieutenant’s remark, tuning in in time to catch “. . . Great Western Dog Show.”

“Never heard of it,” Bernie said.

“I’m surprised,” said the lieutenant. “There’s been a lot of publicity.” Bernie shrugged. I loved that shrug of his. If only I could do that! I gave it a try, but all that happened was the hair on my back stood up on end. “. . . coming to the Arena end of next week,” the lieutenant was saying. “Used to be in Denver, but the mayor lured them here.”

“Why?”

“For the money it’ll bring into the Valley, what else?”

“What money?”

“Hotel bookings, food and drink, all the tourist shit,” said Lieutenant Stine. “The flowers alone come to a quarter mill.”

“Flowers?” Bernie said.

“Exactly,” said the lieutenant. “The Great Western crowd is a certain class of people—happens to be the mayor’s favorite class, actually.”

“I thought he was the reform guy.”

“You’re not alone.”

“So what does he want me to do?” Bernie said, knocking back more bourbon. “Give the welcoming address?”

Lieutenant Stine laughed. There was something metallic in the sound; it gave me a bad feeling, deep inside my ears. “Not quite,” he said. “In fact, he didn’t single you out per se—it’s even possible he’s never heard of you, believe it or not—he just wants someone like you.”

“To do what?”

The lieutenant lowered his voice some more. “Bodyguard duty.”

“Nope.”

“Nope? Just like that?”

“We don’t do bodyguard duty.”

“What about the Junior Ramirez case?”

“That’s why.”

“This is different. First, it pays two grand a day. Second, next to a psychotic like Junior Ramirez, this client’s a walk in the park.” Lieutenant Stine laughed that metallic laugh again. “Just about literally,” he said.

“Two grand?” Bernie said.

“And a bonus at the end wouldn’t be a stretch.”

“Who’s the client?” Bernie said. And, despite my memories of guarding Junior Ramirez—especially that incident with the ice cream and the razor blade—I was glad. Our finances were a mess, and two grand was two grand, and a whole week of two grands was . . . well, I’ll leave that to you.

Lieutenant Stine reached into his jacket pocket, took out a photo.

“What’s this?” Bernie said.

“That’s her long name on the back,” the lieutenant said. “‘Kingsbury’s First Lady Belle.’ But for every day I think they call her Princess.”

“The client is a dog?”

I sat up. Bernie was gazing at the photo. I could see it, too. One of my guys was in the picture? Where? And then I spotted her: a tiny fluffball with huge dark eyes, reclining on a satin pillow. I knew satin pillows on account of Leda having had one, although it got chewed up in a kind of frenzy, the details of the episode not too clear in my mind. But that satin taste: so strange and interesting, a vivid memory. I glanced around the Dry Gulch bar: no satin in view.

“Not just any dog,” said Lieutenant Stine. “Princess is one of the top dogs in the country. She won best in show at Balmoral.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t know Balmoral? It’s on ESPN2 every year, Bernie—the biggest dog show in the country.”

“Never heard of it,” Bernie said.

Lieutenant Stine gave Bernie a sideways look. I’d seen other friends of Bernie’s do the same thing, Sergeant Torres at Missing Persons, for example, or Otis DeWayne, our weapons guy—but didn’t know what it meant. “So you don’t want the job?” the lieutenant said.

Job? What job? Making sure that a fluffball on a satin pillow stayed out of trouble? That was free money, not a job. Come on, Bernie.

“Who’s the owner?” Bernie said.

“Woman name of Adelina Borghese.”

“Where from?”

“Italy, I think. But she owns a spread over in Rio Loco.”

“Rio Loco?” Bernie said. “I’ll talk to her.”

The lieutenant nodded. “Knew you wouldn’t say no to that kind of green.”

The Hawaiian shirt man glanced over again.

Bernie’s eyebrows went a little jagged. “I’ll talk to her, that’s all. I can still say no.”

Lieutenant Stine went away. I polished off my steak tips, stretched out on those cool tiles, chilled out. What a life! The final chase through the warehouse ran pleasantly through my mind. And then again. After a while, I grew aware that the Hawaiian shirt guy had moved next to Bernie and struck up a conversation, at first about Hawaiian shirts, then about something else.

“What I run,” he was saying, “is what you might call a hedge fund for the little guy.”

“Little guy?” said Bernie.

“Not little in terms of intelligence or ability,” the Hawaiian shirt man added quickly. “But for one reason or another, men of distinction who don’t happen to be Wall Street insiders. I’ve had some nice play in commodities lately. You’re familiar with the basics of tin futures?”

Bernie motioned for another drink, overturning the salt and pepper. “Can’t be that complicated,” he said.

“Exactly,” replied the Hawaiian shirt man. And to the bartender when Bernie’s drink came: “I’ll get that.” Then came a lot of back and forth about tin, puts, calls, Bolivia, and other mysteries. My eyelids got heavy, way too heavy to keep open. I let them close, drifted off. Harmless talk was all it was. As long as the checkbook didn’t come out of Bernie’s pocket, we were in good shape.

Sometime later I awoke, feeling tip-top. I got up, gave myself a good shake, looked around. The bar was empty except for me, the bartender, the man in the Hawaiian shirt, and Bernie. The only completely sober one was me. Then came the bartender, the man in the Hawaiian shirt, and Bernie, dead last. Also, the checkbook was coming out.

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  • Posted March 6, 2010

    For the dog and mystery lover in you

    This is the second book in this series, and a considerable improvement over the first. I had a couple of laugh out loud moments while reading this book, whereas the first book was cute but not funny and the first mystery wasn't one. This book keeps you guessing as to who, how many, and how bad re the bad guys, and the style of story-as-told-by-dog has gotten much better. As Chet relates the tale to you, you can start to see into his doggie ADHD, and understand how he flunked out of the academy and ended up with Bernie. Bernie is the loser everybody really wants to be a winner, an honest guy, a man with honor, a human who really loves his dog and his kid. The plot is better in this second installation, characters are more developed, and we get more history on the dynamic duo who are Chet and Bernie. Chhhhhe..e..e..e..etttttt?!

    10 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 27, 2010

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    Another hit for Chet and Bernie!

    Chet and Bernie once again take on the bad guys. This time we meet Princess, a tiny "show" dog, and find a murderous plot surrounds her. What do the hippies have to do with anything? How about the sheriff or the husband? As the plot unfolds, we find Suzy (reporter) back in the mix. Will Chet ever get more of the special bisquits?

    I enjoyed this sequel to "Dog On It." Reading the book from Chet's point of view makes me look at my own dog and wonder what he is thinking. Spencer Quinn has another hit on his hands and I can't wait for number 3!!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2010

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    Even better than the first one!!

    Chet and Bernie are back at it in another adventure. In my opinion this book is more exciting and hilarious than Dog On It which I also loved. I highly recommend this book...

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

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    Great read!

    I really enjoyed the first book and I believe I enjoyed this one even more. I appreciate the way Quinn makes Chet such a believable character in terms of a dog. As I read the book and Chet's reaction to things and at he same time watched my dogs, a lab and a border collie, Chet's manerisms seemed ever so real to me. Quinn's books make me laugh as well as has mystery enough to keep me reading to see what happens. It seems to me that this book was better than the first one in terms of the story line and flow of events. I bought this book as a Valentine gift for my husband because he enjoyed the first so much. We are fans!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2010

    I am LOVING these Chet & Bernie books!

    I wouldn't dare to write a negative review. I'm afraid Chet might chase me down and grab me by the pant let.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2013

    A disappointment

    Why, does Chet have to cuss? Bernie and Chet have developed real potty mouths, which I find unnessary.

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2012

    If you like stories with animals & also mysteries, you will devour this book as well as the entire series!

    I have become a very big fan of the Chet & Bernie mystery series ever since reading the 1st book, DOG ON IT, which was given to me from my aunt as a birthday present. I am now on the fourth book, THE DOG WHO KNEW TOO MUCH, & am enjoying it very much too. I love mystery books and also love books with animals in them, having collected & read all of the books in the Cat Who, Joe Grey, Mrs. Murphy, & Midnight Louie series, & I have a very good time solving the mysteries in the books along with the main characters & at the end piecing together all of the clues & finding out the identity of the guilty party or parties & seeing them sent to prison where they belong. Give the Chet & Bernie mysteries a try if you like mysteries like me. You will not regret it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Great new series

    I read this after reading first book of this new series, truly a unique way of writing the story with dog as main narrator, Could easily visualize the dog telling the story.Great plots and excellant descriptions of happenings. Definitely enjoyed and awaiting further sequels in this series.

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  • Posted December 9, 2009

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    A winning mystery

    Chet's human pet Bernie Little is a private investigator, whom the canine helps solve cases by using his nose and bark. Their current client is Countess Adelina di Borghese from Passaic, New Jersey, who lives on an expensive ranch with plenty of horses also residing there as she has come a long way from being an urban Jersey girl. Bernie has been hired because of threats to her and her pampered dog show-dog Princess. The case is an utter bore to Chet and tedious to Bernie as nothing happens and barking is disallowed.

    However, the situation on the ground changes when the Countess and her royal canine princess are kidnapped and dog-napped respectively. The search and rescue mission goes badly as Chet is separated from Bernie only to be snatched and sold to a punk running away to Alaska. Escaping this miscreant Chet ends up having the military try to kill him when he accidentally wanders on to an exercise site to take a decent leak. However, Bernie becomes truly motivated when reporter Susie Sanchez disappears while covering the abduction of Princess story. Chet's motive is doggie treat and a hero's welcome, canine style from one of the snobbish victims.

    The key to this canine noir told mostly by Chet in between bodily needs is that first and foremost he comes across as a dog and not a "human" inside a canine's skin. Chet makes the tale of the tail as he relates stories or follows clues partially only to be sidetracked by a need like a good tree or a cat. The kidnapping story line is well written and entertaining as fans will enjoy Chet's escapades Dog On It in a world in which humans make stupid rules of where to pee, mount, bark, bite, and eat as if canines are the ones not doing what comes natural.

    Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2013

    If you love dogs, you have to meet Chet!

    Ok, I am a dog lover, and there is no doubt about it, I love Chet!
    He reminds me of my dog Charley who was indeed my guardian Angel. He was always there to protect me, and if he didn't like you, you would find out very soon. I have finished all of the books and there wasn't one that I didn't love. Mr. Quinn, please keep Chet in your books, and make the books longer.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2013

    Highly recommended

    Love that Chet, who loves his Bernie...
    Story kept me guessing for a while, "panting" for the rest of the series!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 12, 2013

    A very cute, well done mystery told in the voice of Chet the Dog

    A very cute, well done mystery told in the voice of Chet the Dog. It really puts a different twist on a story to see it in the eye of a dog. It is a crafty weave that gives us all the detail we need to follow the detectives and yet still know only what the dog does.

    There was more language in it than I would like.

    Leaves a bit of a mystery that still needs to be solved. Must read the next one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 6, 2011

    A fun read

    The Spencer Quinn stories narrated by Chet the dog are fun to read. I started looking at my dog differently and could see him in many of Chet's gestures and comments.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 9, 2010

    Another Home Run for Chet and Bernie

    This is number 2 in the Chet and Bernie series but just as good as #1.
    We learn more about Chet's past and his early experiences with Bernie. Still do not know, for sure, why one of the neighbors is not a fan of Chet. Once again, Chet has faith in Bernie's ability to solve the case. Chet does worry about their finances, with good reason, but seems to think Bernie will figure that out too.
    There are times when Chet's mind seems to wander as it seems to be with my own dog but, when the chips are down, he comes through and Bernie picks up on the very subtle hints Chet is able to give.
    Waiting eagerly for book number 3.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2010

    Thereby Hangs A Tail by Spencer Quinn

    This is the second book in a new series about a Private Investigator and his dog Chet. Throughout the story Chet's perspective is often running right alongside his owners thoughts. He's asked to investigate a death threat made against the #1 show dog and its owner/handler. Its a cute easy read which does keep your interest. The interplay between the PI and his dog is cute and often humorous.There is enough action and intrigue to hold your attention, as well as the mystery as to who is behind this. If you like animals, dogs in particular, and want a little mystery, this may be the book for you.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2010

    Great Book

    Just as good as the first book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Good mystery; the dog is wonderful!

    This is the second book by Spencer Quinn that I have read. Both have been good. The character of the dog is developed further in this book; the dog's "thoughts" are just how they "think"! (I have a dog). The plot this time was similar to that in the first book but there were enough differences that I did not feel I was re-reading the first one. The dog makes the book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2014

    Tails

    Afrer this week is going to be EOG's so I might not be on a whole lot

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2014

    Carmella

    ((And... I gtg to bed.))

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2014

    Knuckles

    I dont have wifi at our house cause we just moved and so does tails so it will be on friday if we get our wifi on

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