A Dog's Journeyby W. Bruce Cameron
Direct sequel to the New York Times and USA Today bestselling A Dog's Purpose by W. Bruce Cameron
Buddy is a good dog.
After searching for his purpose through several eventful lives, Buddy is sure that he has found and fulfilled it. Yet as he watches curious baby Clarity get into dangerous mischief, he is certain that/i>/i>/i>
Direct sequel to the New York Times and USA Today bestselling A Dog's Purpose by W. Bruce Cameron
Buddy is a good dog.
After searching for his purpose through several eventful lives, Buddy is sure that he has found and fulfilled it. Yet as he watches curious baby Clarity get into dangerous mischief, he is certain that this little girl is very much in need of a dog of her own.
When Buddy is reborn, he realizes that he has a new destiny. He's overjoyed when he is adopted by Clarity, now a vibrant but troubled teenager. When they are suddenly separated, Buddy despairs—who will take care of his girl?
A charming and heartwarming story of hope, love, and unending devotion, A Dog's Journey asks the question: Do we really take care of our pets, or do they take care of us? More than just another endearing dog tale, A Dog's Journey is the moving story of unwavering loyalty and a love that crosses all barriers.
If novel were rewarded doggie treats, W. Bruce Cameron's winning A Dog's Purpose would have won a full five packets. Now, the author is back with another heartwarming, tear-evoking tale of a dog who has many lives and one very big heart. Like his predecessor Bailey, Buddy is searching for meaning in all of his rebirths. He finds it in the person of Clarity June, a young woman whose crises and problems seem even more numerous than Buddy's lives. What happens in their relationship(s) is too good for spoilers.
An amazing book.
I loved the book and I could not put it down.
“Readers will devour this wonderful story and cry from beginning to end. Sweet and heartfelt, Cameron likely has another bestseller on his hands.” Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Once again endearing himself to animal lovers, Cameron explores the concept of canine karma with acute sensitivity and exhibits cunning insight into life from a dog's perspective.” Booklist
“An amazing book.” Alice Walker, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of The Color Purple on A Dog's Purpose
“I loved the book and I could not put it down.” Temple Grandin, New York Times bestselling author of Animals in Translation on A Dog's Purpose
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A Dog's Journey
By W. Bruce Cameron
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As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.
The fur on my legs was as black as the rest of me, but down at my paws it had, over time, become tinged with white. I had lived a long and full life with a boy named Ethan, spending many lazy afternoons on this very dock, here on the Farm, enjoying a swim or barking at the ducks.
This was the second summer without Ethan. When he died I felt a pain inside me much sharper than any other I’d ever felt. Now the pain was less, more like a stomachache, but I still felt it all the time. Only sleep soothed it away—in my sleep, Ethan ran with me through my dreams.
I was an old dog and knew that someday soon a much deeper sleep would come, as it had always come for me before. It came for me when I was named Toby, in my silly first life, when I had no real purpose but to play with other dogs. It came for me when I was named Bailey, when I first met my boy and loving him became my whole focus. It came for me when I was Ellie, when my job was to Work, to Find people, and to Save them. So when the deeper sleep came for me next, at the end of this life, as Buddy, I felt sure that I would not live again, that I had fulfilled my purpose and there was no reason for me to be a dog anymore. So whether it happened this summer or the next didn’t matter. Ethan, loving Ethan, was my ultimate purpose, and I had done it as well as I could. I was a good dog.
And yet …
And yet as I sat there I was watching one of the many children from Ethan’s family striding unsteadily toward the end of the dock. She hadn’t been walking very long in her life, so every step was a wobble. She wore white puffy pants and a thin shirt. I pictured jumping in the water and pulling her to the surface by that shirt, and I let out a soft whimper.
The child’s mother’s name was Gloria. She was on the dock, too, lying motionless on a reclined chair with bits of vegetables placed on both of her eyes. Her hand had been holding a leash that went to the little girl’s waist, but the leash had gone slack in Gloria’s hand and was now trailing behind the child as she headed for the end of the dock and the pond beyond.
As a puppy my reaction to a limp leash was always to explore, and this little girl’s response was just the same.
This was Gloria’s second visit to the Farm. The previous time was in the wintertime. Ethan had still been alive, and Gloria had handed the baby to him and called him Grandpa. After Gloria left, Ethan and his mate, Hannah, said the name Gloria out loud many times over many nights, with sad emotions underlying their conversations.
They also said the name Clarity. The baby’s name was Clarity, though often Gloria called her Clarity June.
I felt certain that Ethan would want me to watch over Clarity, who always seemed to be getting into trouble. Just the other day I had sat by miserably while the baby crawled under the bird feeder and stuffed handfuls of fallen seeds into her mouth. It was one of my main jobs to terrorize the squirrels when they did this, but I wasn’t sure what to do when I caught Clarity at it, even though I knew that for a child to eat birdseed was probably against a rule. And I was right about that—when I finally barked a few times, Gloria sat up from where she had been lying facedown on a towel and she was very angry.
I glanced at Gloria now. Should I bark? Children often jumped into the pond but never when they were as young as this little girl, though the way she was going it seemed inevitable she was going to get wet. Babies were only allowed in the water with adults holding them. I looked back toward the house. Hannah was outside, kneeling and playing with flowers up by the driveway, too far away to do anything if Clarity fell in the pond. I was pretty sure Hannah would want me to watch over Clarity, too. It was my new purpose.
Clarity was getting closer to the edge. I let out another whimper, a louder one.
“Hush,” Gloria said without opening her eyes. I didn’t understand the word, but the sharp tone was unmistakable.
Clarity didn’t even look back. When she got to the edge of the dock, she teetered briefly and then fell straight off the front.
My nails dug into the wood as I lunged off the side of the dock and into the warm water. Clarity bobbed up a little, her little limbs working frantically, but her head was mostly below the pond’s surface. I reached her in seconds, my teeth gently snagging the shirt. I pulled her head out of the water and turned for the shore.
Gloria started screaming, “Oh my God! Clarity!” She ran around and waded into the water just as my feet found purchase on the mucky bottom of the pond.
“Bad dog!” she shouted as she snatched Clarity from me. “You are a bad, bad dog!”
I hung my head in shame.
“Gloria! What happened?” Hannah shouted as she came running up.
“Your dog just knocked the baby into the water. Clarity could have drowned! I had to jump in to save her and now I’m all wet!”
The distress in everyone’s voices was very plain.
“Buddy?” Hannah said.
I didn’t dare look at her. I wagged my tail a little and it splashed the surface of the pond. I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but clearly I had upset everyone.
Everyone, that is, except Clarity. I risked a glance at her because I could sense her straining in her mother’s arms, her little hands reaching out toward me.
“Bubby,” Clarity gurgled. Her pants were streaming water down her legs. I dropped my eyes again.
Gloria blew out some air. “Hannah, would you mind taking the baby? Her diaper’s all wet and I want to lie on my stomach so I’ll be the same color on both sides.”
“Sure,” Hannah said. “Come on, Buddy.”
Thankful we had that over with, I leaped out of the water, wagging my tail.
“Don’t shake!” Gloria said, dancing away from me on the dock. I heard the warning in her voice, though I wasn’t sure what she was trying to tell me. I shook myself from head to tail, ridding my fur of the pond water.
“Yuck, no!” Gloria shrieked. She sternly lectured me, pointing her finger and using a whole string of words I didn’t understand, though she did say “bad dog” a few times. I lowered my head, blinking.
“Buddy, come,” Hannah said. Her tone was gentle. I followed obediently as we went up to the house.
“Bubby,” Clarity kept saying. “Bubby.”
As we reached the front steps to the house I paused because of the odd taste in my mouth. I’d had it before—it reminded me of the time when I pulled a thin metal pan out of the trash that was lined with sweet flavors and, after licking it clean, experimentally crunched up the pan itself. The metal tasted bad, so I spat it out. This particular taste, though, I couldn’t spit out—it sat on my tongue and invaded my nose.
“Buddy?” Hannah stood on the front porch, regarding me. “What’s wrong?”
I wagged and bounded up onto the porch, leading the way into the house when she opened the door.
It was always fun to walk through that door, whether it was going inside or heading out, because it meant we were doing something new.
Later I stood guard while Hannah and Clarity played a new game. Hannah would carry Clarity to the top of the stairs and then watch while Clarity turned around and went down the stairs in a backward crawl. Usually Hannah would say “Good girl,” and I would wag my tail. When Clarity got to the bottom step I would lick her in the face and she would giggle; then she would raise her arms to Hannah. “Mo’,” she would beg. “Mo,’ Gramma. Mo’.” When she said this Hannah would lift her up and kiss her and then take her to the top of the stairs to do it again.
When I felt satisfied they were safe I went to my favorite spot in the living room, circled, and lay down with a sigh. A few minutes later Clarity came over to me, dragging her blanket. She had the thing in her mouth that she chewed on but never swallowed.
“Bubby,” she said. She dropped to all fours and crawled the last few feet to me and curled up against me, pulling her blanket against herself with her tiny hands. I sniffed her head—nobody in the world smelled like Clarity. Her scent filled me with a warm feeling that nudged me into a nap.
We were still sleeping when I heard the screen door shut and Gloria come into the room. “Oh, Clarity!” she said. I blearily opened my eyes as Gloria reached down and snatched the little girl away from where she’d been sleeping. The place where Clarity had been snuggled against me felt oddly cold and empty without her there.
Hannah came out from the kitchen. “I’m making cookies,” she said.
I eased myself to my feet because I knew that word. Wagging, I went over to sniff Hannah’s sweet-smelling hands.
“The baby was sleeping right up against the dog,” Gloria said. I heard the word “dog” and, as usual, it sounded as if I had made her mad. I wondered if this meant no cookies.
“That’s right,” Hannah said. “Clarity cuddled right up against him.”
“I would just prefer it if my child not sleep next to a dog. If Buddy had rolled over, Clarity might have been crushed.”
I watched Hannah for some clue as to why my name had just been mentioned. She put her hand to her mouth. “I … all right, of course. I won’t let it happen again.”
Clarity was still asleep, her little head against Gloria’s shoulder. Gloria handed the baby to Hannah, then sat with a sigh at the kitchen table. “Is there any ice tea?” she asked.
“I’ll get you some.” Holding the baby, Hannah went to the kitchen counter. She got things out, but I didn’t see any cookies, though I could sure smell them, sugary and warm in the air. I sat obediently, waiting.
“I just think it would be better if, when Clarity and I are visiting, the dog stays out in the yard,” Gloria said. She took a sip of her drink as Hannah joined her at the table. Clarity was stirring and Hannah patted her a little.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”
I lay down with a groan, wondering why people always did this: talked about cookies but didn’t give any to a deserving dog.
“Buddy is part of the family,” Hannah said. I drowsily raised my head to look at her, but still no cookies. “Did I ever tell you how he brought me and Ethan together?”
I froze at the word “Ethan.” His name was mentioned less and less often now in this house, but I couldn’t hear it pronounced without thinking about his smell or his hand in my fur.
“A dog brought you together?” Gloria replied.
“Ethan and I had known each other as children. We were high school sweethearts, but after the fire—you know about the fire that crippled his leg?”
“Your son may have mentioned it; I don’t know. Mostly Henry just talked about himself. You know how men are.”
“Okay, after the fire, Ethan … there was just something dark inside him, and I wasn’t old enough, mature enough I mean, to help him deal with it.”
I sensed something like sadness inside Hannah and I knew she needed me. Still under the table, I went over and put my head in her lap. She stroked my fur gently, Clarity’s bare feet hanging limply above me.
“Ethan had a dog then, too, a wonderful golden retriever named Bailey. That was his doodle dog.”
I wagged at hearing the name Bailey and “doodle dog.” Whenever Ethan called me doodle dog his heart would be full of love and he would hug me and I would kiss his face. I missed Ethan more powerfully in that moment than I had in a long time—and I could feel Hannah missing him, too. I kissed the hand petting me, and Hannah lowered her eyes and smiled at my head in her lap.
“You’re a good dog, too, Buddy,” Hannah said. I wagged some more at being called a good dog. It seemed very possible that this whole conversation could lead to cookies after all.
“Anyway, we went our separate ways. I met Matthew, we were married, and I had Rachel and Cindy, and, of course, Henry.”
Gloria made a small noise, but I didn’t look at her. Hannah was still stroking my head and I didn’t want her to stop.
“After Matthew died I decided I missed my kids and I moved back to town. And one day, when Buddy was probably a year old, he was in the dog park and he followed Rachel home. He had a tag on his collar, and when I looked at it—well, I was pretty surprised to see Ethan’s name on it. But not half as surprised as Ethan was when I phoned him! I had been thinking of dropping by to see him, but probably wasn’t ever going to do it. Silly, but things hadn’t ended well between us and even though it was a long time ago, I felt … I don’t know, shy, maybe.”
“Tell me about bad breakups. I’ve had plenty of those, for sure.” Gloria snorted.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Hannah said. She looked down in her lap and smiled at me. “When I saw Ethan, after all those years, it was as if we had never been apart. We belonged together. I wouldn’t say this to my kids, of course, but Ethan was my one, my soul mate. And yet if it hadn’t been for Buddy, we might never have even met again.”
I loved hearing my name and Ethan’s name spoken out loud, and I felt Hannah’s love and her sadness as she smiled at me.
“Oh, look at the time,” Hannah said then. She stood and handed Clarity to Gloria. The baby stirred, poking a tiny fist in the air and yawning. With a clatter the cookies came out of the hot oven and there was a wave of delicious smell, but Hannah didn’t give me any.
As far as I was concerned, having cookies so tantalizingly close to my nose without being given a treat of any kind was the big tragedy of the day.
“I’ll be gone for maybe an hour and a half,” Hannah told Gloria. She reached up to where she kept some toys called keys and I heard the metallic jangling sound I associated with riding in the car. I watched alertly, torn between my desire for a car ride and my duty to stay by the cookies.
“You stay here, Buddy,” Hannah said. “Oh, and Gloria, keep the door to the cellar closed. Clarity loves to climb down any set of stairs she can find and I had to put some rat poison out down there.”
“Rats? There are rats?” Gloria said sharply. Clarity was fully awake now, struggling in her mother’s arms.
“Yes. This is a farm. Sometimes we get rats. It’s okay, Gloria. Just keep the door closed.” I picked up a little anger in Hannah and watched her anxiously for signs of what was going on. As was typical in situations like this, though, the strong emotions I sensed were never explained—people are like that; they have complex feelings that are just too difficult for a dog to comprehend.
When she left, I followed Hannah out to her car. “No, you stay here, Buddy,” she said. Her meaning was clear, particularly when she slid inside the car and shut the door on me, her keys clinking. I wagged, hoping she might change her mind, but once the car was headed down the driveway I knew there would be no car ride for me that day.
I slipped back inside through the dog door. Clarity was in her special chair, the one with the tray in front of it. Gloria was hunched over, trying to spoon some food into Clarity’s mouth, and Clarity was mostly spitting it back out. I’d tasted Clarity’s food and didn’t blame her one bit. Often Clarity was allowed to put small bits of food into her mouth with her own hands, but when it came to the really bad stuff her mother and Hannah still had to force it on her with a spoon.
“Bubby!” Clarity gurgled, slapping her hands against the tray in happiness. Some of the food splattered on Gloria’s face and she stood up abruptly, making a harsh noise. She wiped her face with a towel and then glared at me. I lowered my eyes.
“I can’t believe she just lets you wander around like you own the place,” she muttered.
I never had any hope that Gloria would ever give me a cookie.
“Well, not while I’m in charge,” she said. She regarded me silently for several seconds and then sniffed. “Okay. Come here!” she ordered.
I obediently followed her over to the cellar door. She opened it. “In you go. Go!”
I figured out what she wanted and went through the doorway. A small carpeted area at the top of the stairs was just big enough for me to turn around and look at her.
“You stay,” she said, shutting the door. Instantly it was much darker.
The steps that led down were wooden and made a squeaking noise as I descended. I wasn’t down in the cellar very often and could smell new and interesting things down there that I wanted to explore. Explore and maybe eat.
Copyright © 2012 by W. Bruce Cameron
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W. BRUCE CAMERON is the New York Times bestselling author of A Dog's Purpose and 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, which was turned into the hit ABC series. He lives in California.
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When I reviewed W. Bruce Cameron's A Dog's Purpose I said that it is one of the top 3 or 4 books I've ever read in my over fifty years of being an avid reader -- and possibly my all-time favorite! So, just prior to starting A Dog's Journey, Cameron's sequel to A Dog's Purpose, I was concerned about being disappointed because I didn't see how it could come close to being as good. Then, I read the book, which took me a while to finish since the water build-up in my eyes got heavier and heavier the closer I came to the end. Could that water build-up have been tears? I don't know what it was but all I know is that I wished my glasses had wipers attached to them. My bottom line opinion of A Dog's Journey is that, as hard as it may seem to believe, it is even better than A Dog's Purpose! I can't recommend this book highly enough to all dog lovers or anyone who will allow themselves to feel all of the emotions associated with life (and death). Do yourself a favor and consider A Dog's Journey a MUST read. However, if you haven't already read A Dog's Purpose, I'd highly recommend you read it before A Dog's Journey in order to get the maximum enjoyment from the latter. Just as in my review of A Dog's Purpose, I won't summarize the plot even a little bit because the potential reader will want to experience every aspect of this terrific book without any advance information of what you will experience as you read it. I think the following information from the jacket cover pertaining to the essence of A Dog's Journey should suffice. This is a charming and heartwarming story of hope, love and unending devotion. It asks the question: Do we take care of our pets, or do they take care of us? More than just another endearing dog tale, A Dog's Journey is the moving story of unwavering loyalty and a love that crosses all barriers. The thought that sums up A Dog's Journey for me in one sentence is: Good golly Miss Molly, you are a true Buddy to the Max! While I know this thought may seem ambiguous now, I think you'll fully understand and agree with it once you have read A Dog's Journey. Well, that's all I'm going to say about this very, very memorable book, which hopefully will be enough to motivate you to read it. I know you'll feel totally enriched with the emotional journey it will take you on. Be forewarned, however, that you'll need to have a box of tissues close by as you read it! Now, just as I did when I finished A Dog's Purpose, I have to go hug my dog, Luigi, and tell him what a good boy he is and give him all the love he deserves.
You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll recommend this novel to others.
I read A Dog's Purpose shortly after it's publication in 2010. I have anxiously awaited the release of A Dog's Journey for months. What a great story! I felt like I was reunited with an old friend. Yes, there are tears, laughter, sadness and many heartwarming moments....and again, middle of the night reading because I couldn't put the book down. Bruce Cameron has a gift, the storyline keeps evolving and you feel like you're flowing along with it. I have no idea how someone writes like this. The story is told in the voice of the dog, I imagine it takes a lot of effort to not reveal full details of what is happening for the characters of the story. We find out later in the story, the detail of what has been happening at times when Molly/Max/Toby isn't with CJ. As with A Dog's Purpose, you will look into the eyes of your dog and wonder.....
When I first read the cover of this book, I knew that it was a must have. Once I started reading it, I couldn't stop. Whenever somebody asked me a question or was trying to start a conversation, I couldn't do anything but ignore them. The author of this book has such an amazing talent in the writing field. It had a habit of telling every detail and then going through the years in one page. My all time favorite book WAS A Dog's Life by Anne M. Martin. But now, this is the best book I have ever read in all of my lifetime on Earth. As the dog (I'm not saying a particular name because the dog keeps getting re-born with different genders and names) takes me through this adventure chasing Clarity and telling every detail, it feels like I'm actually there. When it's happy, I'm happy. When it's sad, I'm sad. Though, at the end I had to stop evey five minutes to take a break from all of the crying, I still enjoyed the book VERY MUCH and would recommend it to ANYBODY! Me myself wished I never read it so I won't know what's going to happen next. I will defiantly be reading this again throughout my life. Not only am I sobbing from th sadneess, I'm also sobbing that it's over! After reading this review I would go and click that purchase button right away! What touched my heart the most is that nomatter what, getting re-born or having a different size and/or gender, that dog never stopped chasing what he wanted (which was for Clarity to be safe and happy) He was a front-seat, trustworthy, angel, genius, google dog, but most of all, an example of the PERFECT dog. This book will be in my memories forever and a great start of a book to read on my new NOOK! Do me a favor all you dog lovers out there, and read this. Read this and never forget it as long as you live.
I am a huge dog lover. Always have been, always will be. After growing up with dogs, and living with roomies who had dogs of their own, I finally got my own when I bought my house. She is a husky-mix (rescue dog) and her name is Gia (because she could totally be a super-model). I absolutely love her and I hope she can stay with me forever. When I read Mr. Cameron’s A Dog’s Purpose I immediately fell in love with the voice, the writing style and the story. Not everyone can pull off writing from a dog’s point-of-view and make it both genuine and believable. As soon as I finished, I forced all of my fellow dog-loving friends to read it. When I found out that he was writing a follow-up, I didn’t think twice before requesting an ARC. I was curious to see how he would continue Buddy’s story. I was not disappointed. In this installment, the story picks up right after A Dog’s Purpose. After going through several “lives” (as a mutt, a Golden Retriever, a German Shepherd and finally a Black Lab), Buddy finally feels he has served his purpose. He found his “boy” and stayed with him until he passed away an old man. In this installment, Buddy is certain he has fulfilled his duties and is ready to “pass on”, but before he does so, he bonds with his “boy’s” granddaughter, Clarity. Much to Buddy’s surprise, he is reborn yet again in the form of a poodle mix and is adopted by a troubled, teenage Clarity. As in the first book, I once again found myself laughing out loud, and getting misty-eyed as I tore through the pages of A Dog’s Journey. It made me wonder as I was reading if maybe Gia is a reincarnated version of one of my dog’s I’d loved in the past, and I found myself giving her frequent hugs and pats on the head as I read the book. If you want a fun, light and heartwarming story, I would definitely check this series out. Even if you’re not much of a dog lover, or never owned a dog, I think you’ll enjoy seeing life through a dog’s eyes.
This is defiantly a family book. This is a book also including the first one is good for kids and adults.
I just finished reading this book and I felt extremely compelled to write a review so I did! This is now one of my favoriye books ever!!!!!!! Everbody should definitly read this book!!!!!
I could not put this book down! I loved it every bit as the first.
A very easy read and so entertaining.
I totally enjoyed this book. If you're a dog lover, enjoy.
I enjoyed reading this book as much as Mr. Cameron's first in the series "A Dog's Purpose". You should read the first one to get all the background of the dog's lives. I could not put it down and it was so easy to read it just flows nicely. Both books are on my re-read list. I am a dog lover having had up to 4 Labs at one time and so I can relate. I often have wonder about where they were before they came to be my family. I highly recommend this to every pet lover out there.
I pre-ordered this book in April 2012 after just finishing the first book, "A Dog's Purpose" and I couldn't wait for it to come out. I nearly read it "cover-to-cover" in one sitting. These two books are the best I've read in a long time....and this coming from someone who reads over 100 books a year. Could there ever be a 3rd???
Ive read the first book and when i saw this i was like OMG! OMG! This is very inspirational and loveable
Great follow up to A Dog's Purpose. Easy writing style draws you in from page 1. As a pet owner, I ws emotionally connected to the characters, but this book is a great read for anyone! Really enjoyed the story and how all of thd characters were intertwined-the world really is a small place!
Anyone who gave this book less than the five stars it deserves has never really conneccted with their furry friend! Cameron has got a gift for making the dog so personable that you won't be able to put his work down!!! The vivid writing and my ability to compare it to my own pooches made me a believer. I hope you enjoy his work as much as I did! I would recommend that you read "A Dog's Purpose" first, so you are up to speed on the story.
I thought this book brought me and others to realize how important `man's best friend' really is. I hope all of you enjoyed this book as much as I did. My that dog rest in peace with his loved ones.
"A Dog's Journey" lives up to "A Dog's Purpose", and all I will say so as not to ruin the story for anyone who has not read it is: Best Ending Ever!!! I can't recommend these two books highly enough. They are "un-put-downable", and will be one of the few books I will re-read again and again.
Bravo! Loved both books
Sadder because it is over for this pup. I know thousands more are out there serving their purpose, but I will miss the one in these two books. Unless there is a third??
So worth it! I have read both books twice now! Though, I did cry like a baby each time
This is a great book ilove it.its one of the best book ever .I think the auther did a great job.If you do not know if you should get this book I think you would. But if you still dont know you can just get the free sample.
I love this book the characters and everything especially when the dog tries to please everybody the book is wonderful the arthur is fabulous!!!!!!
I just got this delivered to me about 5 hours ago. I am about half way through! What a wonderful story. I don't know how I missed this book. This is a must read for anyone who loves dogs! Love it Love it Love it!
I luv this series Its AMAZING
This book is so good!!!!!! I never ever wanted to put it down!!!