Good Dog. Stay.

Good Dog. Stay.
by Anna Quindlen, 2007

Sweet little book, but it's just one more reason why I shouldn't read books about dogs and how they changed their owners' lives: the dog always dies in the end. It's a rule. There wouldn't be a book if the dog wasn't dead yet. This one was just a bit more depressing than some others I've read. (Why I keep torturing myself by reading these books is beyond me.)

The book tells the story of the author's dog, Beau, whom she got as a present on her 40th birthday. But not much is said about his life, just about how his life deteriorated right there at the end. I kept looking across the room to where my own dog slept, in his place of power, curled up on the top cushion of the couch. He's fairly old (12, I think...) but he's a small dog, so I think he's still got a few good years left on him :)

So to conserve tears, I don't think I'll be reading anymore quaint little dog stories in the future...