“Imagine ‘Marley & Me’ written from a dog’s point of view, but much funnier and with a happy ending! … Feel-good reading which will brighten your day.”-Your Dog Magazine
“Witty commentary and hilarious observations.”–Dog Living
We could go on and on with the rave reviews, but instead let me introduce today’s guest poster, Bo Hoefinger:
Let’s get this clear right away:
I’m a dog.
I’m 1’10” and weigh 63 lbs, and although I’m a mutt on the outside, I’m a purebred on the inside. My good nature comes from the Golden Retriever side of the family, while my stubbornness is clearly from my Chowchow bloodlines. I’ve got Rastafarian ears, a black tongue for licking, and paws that should be on a dog twice my size.
I type 60 words a minute.
My name is Bo, and this is my story.
To join me on all my crazy adventures you can Kindle me for $7.38, less than a box of dog treats. I’m also available to our friends across the pond, Amazon UK. I donate a portion of my proceeds to dog (and cat) rescue.
EXCERPT: Of All The Gin Joints in All The World
We met back in the early ‘90’s, December of ’92 to be exact. I just had
a major blowout with my first, somewhat dysfunctional family and decided that it was best for all if I just left. My foster dad gave me a ride to nowhere and before I knew it, I was at a boarding house in upstate New York. The place was great, warm with plenty of company, and their cheesy poof biscuits were to die for. On the downside, it was loud and smelly, not unlike me.
Even a lowly pug could smell her coming from miles away. It was Monday, as I recall, and the bells on the door jingled to announce her arrival. She was a beautiful blonde with a quick smile and a determined look. We’d seen this type before; they usually left with one of the pure bred puppies, but something was different about this one. My instincts told me that any canine would be darn lucky to go home with a girl like her, so I made it my top priority to be that hound.
As she came closer to my humble accommodations, I tried everything I could to grab her attention. When she finally got to me I made direct eye contact with her, tilted my oversized cranium at a 45 degree angle and gave her my trademark ‘BoPaw’ reach.
by Bo Hoefinger
4.8 stars – 62 Reviews
(Adult, NonFiction)
Lending and Text-to-Woof: Enabled
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(This is a sposnored post.)