I am not a dog person. I do not like the licks on my face, the nips at my ankles, or the sniffs at my crotch. I do not like dog breath or dog slobber, and I especially don’t like it when a panting, dirty canine leaps up on me, marking me with muddy paw prints. To be blunt, I do not like dogs.
So, my hesitation and low expectations were no surprise as I turned to the first page of Julie Klam’s new book, Love at First Bark: How Saving a Dog Can Sometimes Help You Save Yourself. I found some reassurance in the fact that it appeared to be a short, easy-to-read book.
One chapter later, I was enamored with Julie, her family, and their New York City housing woes. I was not as enamored with Morris the Pit Bull. Two chapters later, I was surprisingly, unexpectedly, enamored with Clementine, a mentally disabled and fecally incontinent pooch. I gasped when Klam permitted this lovable, poopable creature to sleep in her bed, and I laughed out loud as I pictured in my mind the “crap circles” appearing throughout the apartment. Now, reflecting back on the book, I can honestly say that Clementine was the star of the book. Oh my darling, Clementine…
The book continued with tales of dog rescue in New Orleans and my mind was baffled by the passion of the rescuers. Although theirs is not a passion I relate to, I admire their dedication to a cause. I admire their willingness to rescue needy dogs, foster unwanted dogs, and love the seemingly unlovable dogs. Better them than me. While this book did not motivate me to take in a stray, I suppose it did teach me that dogs can be enjoyable… when confined to the pages of a book.
This was a paid review for BlogHer Book Club but the opinions expressed are my own.