When was the last time you laughed out loud? When is the last time you cried tears of genuine sadness? When was the last time you did both while reading a memoir?
David Rosenfelt, who is best known for a series of mystery novels, has written a book-length love letter to his canine companions through the years. Dogtripping is a delightful romp through his adventures — and misadventures — running a dog rescue along with his wife, Debbie, out of their Southern California home and their cross-country move.
As a dog lover, I don’t know whether his stories will resonate with those less fond of his furry four-legged friends, but because Rosenfelt could well be the funniest American author alive today, the book is certainly worth a try. He’s charming, likable, self-deprecating, self-aware and utterly hysterical.
On the cleanliness of the hotel rooms he wants to reserve with 25 — mostly big — dogs during their road trip from California to Maine: “I hadn’t done the math, but I was pretty sure that we would be traveling with well over a ton of dog, so the cleaning deposit would probably be the GDP of a third-world country.”
On the bedroom he shares with his wife and a half-dozen dogs: “The noises … are unbelievable. Between the snoring, and the scratching, the collars jiggling, and all the other weird noises, it sounds like a jungle in Zaire.”
On the dogs, most of whom are old: “They sleep the majority of the day. I’ve often said that the inside of our house seems like a Civil War battlefield when the fighting was over. . . . eerily quiet, with bodies lying everywhere.”
If it’s been too long since you enjoyed a funny, sweet, romantic tale, read this book.
Kim Curtis reviewed this book for The Associated Press.