Nobody loves Thanksgiving as much as my dog Frenchie. The night before we leave for Connecticut, we begin to mention the words "train," "Connecticut," "Max," and "backyard" to our three-year-old Boston Terrier and, though he may lack opposable thumbs and has been known to turn around with wonder and sniff perplexed when any kind of gaseous substance departs his back end, he is quick to catch on when these words are uttered. When his travel bag emerges from the closet, little can contain his excitement at the journey that will surely end with a lot of face licking from his brother Max and treats from his over indulgent Grandma.
For anyone who is a dog lover out there, you understand how dogs have a way of worming into our lives and hearts and essentially becoming a member of our families. M. always says had I asked him a million years ago when we began dating if he would ever fall asleep with a dog in his bed and wake with a dog spooning him under the covers he would have called him crazy and yet when I am pretending not to watch, M. is the first one to rain kisses down on Frenchie's flat little face.
Sometimes I think that this blog should just come out as the "Dog Book Genre Blog" that it is rather than masquerading as a regular old book blog, but until that day, for those who love a good dog story that warms the heart, check out Julie Klam's You Had Me At Woof: How Dogs Taught Me the Secret of Happiness, which, naturally, stars a Boston Terrier. I can't promise that you won't sob in parts of this book, but I will promise a heartwarming read--especially for those of us who love dogs.
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