I love dogs. I own a dog. Often, I like him more than about 90% of the people I know. I also enjoy books about the relationships between men and their dogs. Especially when the gruff guy shows a kinder, gentler side to his personality as a result of the actions of his dog.
One of the best “guy/dog” books I have read is “Merle’s Door” by Ted Kerasote. It is a wonderful true story that is sensitive without being sappy.
Although I love the “guy/dog” books, I know that they will never end well. The dog always dies.
About two-thirds of the way into the book, the guy finds “a lump” on the dog’s leg, or the dog develops this phlegmy cough. You know you are pages away from uncontrollable sobbing…. by both you and the guy.
So, it was with delight that I picked up the latest book by Dean Koontz noted for his suspenseful raw thrillers. Koontz and his wife, following years of consideration, adopt a three-year-old golden retriever from Canine Companions, an organization that provides service dogs to those in need. The dog was on “early retirement” as a result of an elbow surgery. The book, a memoir of his 9-years with the dog, is about as far away from his usual shocking tales as one can get. I knew Koontz had an affinity for “goldens” as they are characters in many of his books, and his book jackets show a picture of him with a “golden”.
Koontz delights in the mundane, day-to-day activities of “Trixie” to the point of some degree of boredom from this reader. It is also could be a little uncomfortable for the reader when he refers to Trixie as “my little girl” or tells her “your mom and I are so proud of you”. But maybe that’s because you do not expect that form of emotion from someone whose stories are otherwise so dark and chilling. Koontz also takes anthropomorphism to an extreme, but as a dog owner and lover I found it acceptable.
This book definitely shows another side of Koontz, and in the end…..I sobbed uncontrollably.