CeeCee’s Pick of the Month: Finding Gobi by Dion Leonard

image of Finding Gobi book coverDog lovers, I know what you’re thinking, so I’m going to assure you that little Gobi is still alive and well with his family in Scotland. Now that we’ve got that settled, let me just say this book gave me everything I needed out of a dog/running memoir and more! This is such an incredible journey that show us all that instalove is a true phenomenon among dogs…humans, eh the verdict’s still out.

The moment the homeless little desert dog laid eyes on HIS HUMAN, he just knew he found his soul mate, his destiny. I truly believe this because my CeeCeee was attached to my side the moment I scooped her up off the street. It’s like they can see far into the future and just know they are home. Out of all the super-human ultra runners camping out in the desert, Gobi only fixated one Dion, well technically he was more obsessed with the yellow gators wrapped around Dion’s shoes. Like a cat with a mouse, he chased after those gators for miles upon miles upon miles. Astonishingly, those tiny legs kept up the pace with a trained elite athlete as they traversed the scorching desert’s rugged peaks and valleys. Just incredible, I tell you! I do a bit of running (half marathons), but there’s no way I could even fathom a full marathon, let alone hundreds of miles in extreme temps. These two unlikely teammates were a powerful force!

At first, I couldn’t make up my mind about our narrator, Dion Leonard, especially when he was growing annoyed of Gobi diving after his feet. But when he found the little guy in distress at a water crossing, he sacrificed his time to run back over to scoop him up and stick by him to the finish line. From then on, Dion surrendered himself to the fact that the scruffy little bearded dog was all his. Also, from a human standpoint, Dion won over my heart when he stopped to rescue a fellow runner—also his biggest rival—who collapsed and nearly died of extreme dehydration. Pretty scary stuff, especially when he described the guy’s grayish pallor and black-tinted urine. Yeesh. Dion is, in my opinion, a good human, and I’m willing to bet Gobi sensed that the moment they crossed paths. Dogs have that way about them.

When the grueling multi-stage race came to an end, Dion’s biggest challenge had yet to begin. He had to find a way to transport the little guy all the way from a dog-unfriendly communist country to Scotland. Y’all! I know there’s a lot of red tape involved in moving a pet across a continent, but the struggles Dion faced were beyond comprehension! There’s months of quarantine at the kennel, airline protocol bullshit, and insurmountable fees upon fees upon fees. To make matters worse, while Dion was sorting his affairs in Scotland, the woman he entrusted to keep Gobi safe managed to lose him! I won’t say anything more on that matter, but I will say that I’m still highly suspicious of that nasty bit of business.

This truly is a fascinating book about the mutual unconditional love between a dog and its human. Together—and with the help from legions of crowd-funding donors and a team of local heroes—they made the impossible possible. Gobi is certainly a miraculous dog with such a big heart. I couldn’t even imagine the pain Dion endured when he learned his best friend was missing in probably the worst possible city for stray dogs. I can imagine the pain would be on par with what runners call “The Wall,” that point in race when you just can’t want to crawl into a hole and die.  I’m just so glad he pushed through and reunited with his miraculous little dog.

“They say it takes a village to raise a child. I think it takes almost half a planet to rescue a dog.”- Dion Leonard

If you’re looking for a heart-warming dog book that doesn’t end in tragedy, you have arrived. I may have to pick up the children’s version of this book to read to CeeCee. Also it looks like Gobi’s kitty sibling has a book out as well—what an accomplished literary fur-family!

CeeCee & Lil Bootz’s Roundup Of Hits and Misses

Hello and happy Sunday! I don’t know about y’all, but summer in Texas is getting real! Time to take full advantage of the A/C (man’s greatest invention) and get my book blogging on. Here are a few hits and misses from my latest literary escapades.


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Murder at the Palace by Margaret Dumas

OMG YES! This book series is exactly what I need right now! What I miss more than anything during this God awful pandemic is going to the Alamo Drafthouse every weekend with my husband. It’s our Sunday thing, and now we have to make do with Netflix. I know, I know, first-world problems….but still!

So I just want to thank this talented mystery author for giving me this literary escape to the movies. I just loved the grand old movie theater setting with it’s sparkling chandeliers, red velvet auditorium seating and things that go bump in the night! It starts out like any other cozy mystery with a 30-something woman fleeing from a cheating partner and big city life. She starts life anew as a manager of The Palace, a historic San Francisco movie house, where she meets a quirky crew of staffers including the ghost of a very perky blonde usher. I really enjoyed all of Nora’s interactions with her eclectic employees. In some ways their dynamics reminded me of the motley crew of characters in that old 90s movie “Empire Records”–talk about a mixed bag of nuts! I also really enjoyed the many classic movie references, making me yearn for a monster movie marathon at the Paramount! I should note this is a vary tightly-plotted game of whodunit, complete with treasure hunts and red herrings. Please keep ’em coming, Ms. Dumas!


Lock Every Door by Riley Sager

I’m going to agree with R.L. Stine and say that this is my favorite thriller of the year! Riley Sager really set the bar with Final Girls, but this might just as good if not better! Typically I enjoy reading books set in sleepy little rural hamlets to get a break from busy city life, but the Manhattan setting really added to the mystique of The Bartholomew. Home to the city’s most elite residents, the towering high-rise building with its leering gargoyles is a character in its own rite. Similar to the luxury yacht in Ruth Ware’s Woman in Cabin 10, the glittery surroundings give off a dizzying funhouse effect, making the reader question whether the narrator is lost in a lucid dream. The wallpapers seems to be swirling with tortured faces, and the opulent furnishings emit a sense of foreboding.  Everything–including the filthy rich residents–seem just a bit off. It’s very clear right from the get-go that our hapless main character Jules is walking right into a trap when she’s offered a high-paying apartment-sitting job that’s too good to be true. Admittedly, I had no idea what the heck was going on, despite the clues the author so generously dropped along the way! If you’re looking for a good page-turning suspense story, this is it! Do yourself a favor and spend an evening curled up with this book…and be sure to lock every door! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.


Unconditional Hearts by Roxanne Hensley

I don’t know about y’all, but lately I’ve been steering away from anything too dark and heavy these days, so bring on the beach reads! I so enjoyed escaping to Mystic Beach, a lovely village on the California coast with sprawling vineyards, quaint touristy storefronts and tranquil views of the sparkling Pacific ocean….ahhhhh! Since it’ll be a while before jumping a plane to San Diego, this is the closest I’ll get to a seaside vacation–and you can’t beat the price for this travel package! If you’re in the mood for a sweet romance by the sea, this is the book for you. There’s something otherworldly about this Mystic Beach, and it’s very clear that unseen forces are bringing Nathan and Erin together–with some help from her baker friend Brooke, who conjures up some very special cookies. There’s magic, there’s heartbreak, there’s scenic drives through the California wine country–what more could you ask for? I would give this five stars, but there are some areas that need work. As much as I love Nathan and Erin’s love story, I would’ve liked a break from it. A subplot would’ve really stepped up the pacing, and I could’ve learned more about some of the other supporting characters. Another problem area is Nathan’s health issue. I won’t reveal what it is, but I will say that it seems unrealistic that there weren’t any post-op complications of note. A friend of mine went through the same ordeal and he has a LOT of lifestyle restrictions. Either way, these are just minor gripes. I’m impressed with this new author’s work and I can’t wait to see what shakes out in Book Two! Note: I received a free advance copy in exchange for an honest review.


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In the Blink of an Eye by Wendy Corsi Staub

This is one of those rare books that I had to chuck in the DNF pile. Usually I soldier through these things, but just couldn’t find it deep within myself to finish off the last third of this thing. You see, there’s kind of a major issue that I can’t overlook: THERE’S NO PLOT! I’m sure others can argue there is indeed a plot buried somewhere within the long, meandering story following a multitude of psychics, charlatans and skeptics, but I couldn’t find it. The discombobulating chapters jump from one group of characters to the next.  I’m sure at some point their lives all converge, but I just wasn’t patient enough to wait for everything to start gelling. And to be honest, I just couldn’t care about any of them. They all have dull, humorless personalities and OH MY GOD that little blind girl just needed to stop with the knock-knock jokes! I just can’t, y’all. Judging by the many rave reviews, this book is oddly a big hit with many, many people. It’s just a no for me, dog.


Wish Me Home by Kay Bratt

I’ve read some really great dog-themed journeys of self-discovery. This is not one of them. I was really hoping for a sweet love story between a downtrodden character and her dog, a story that emphasizes the power of unconditional love that only a dog can provide. This, however, was more about a homeless girl or woman (her age is kind of mystery) who is traversing her way to Key West. Why? Because she thinks Hemingway is cool. The dog, who she named Hemmy (sigh), is just a peripheral sidekick without much of a role other than running along by her side on their long, arduous journey. This has all the makings of a very moving story about a wayward girl and her dog, but sadly it really missed the mark. Hemmy really needed a better role and Cara needed to lighten up a bit. It’s kind of a drag being inside the head of a sullen, downtrodden woman with trust issues. From now on, I’ll just stick to my favorite dog-themed fiction writers Spencer Quinn and Susan Wilson from now on.

CeeCee’s Book of the Month: ‘The Dog I Loved’ by Susan Wilson

Heyo! How’s everyone doing out there? Are you limiting your news consumption? Staying far away from crowds? Disinfecting those groceries? Giving your four-legged co-workers bonus treats for fulfilling their duties as essential staff?  I sure hope so!

Now that social distancing has become our new way of life, I feel it is my civic duty to recommend some great literary escapes. Time to turn off the news, wash those hands another time, and pick up a good book! For all my fellow dog lovers, I highly recommend anything by Susan Wilson. Here’s my thoughts on her newest title The Dog I Loved.

The gist: The story follows two women in crisis, Rosie and Megan. Their lives intertwine when Rosie joins a therapy dog-training program while serving time for killing her repugnant boyfriend (good riddance!) at the state penitentiary. Spoiler alert, we don’g get to find out how that all went down until the very end. Way to dangle that carrot, Miss Wilson!

Anyhoo, our hapless protagonist begins to feel human again while training a cute little fellow named Shark. After graduating from the program with flying colors, Shark works his magic on Megan, a paraplegic vet wounded in the line of duty. Both women are wracked by misery, guilt and grief, but with some help from their four-legged guardian angels, things take a turn for the better.

Life definitely starts looking up when Rosie gets released early–thanks to a mysterious benefactor who hooks her up with a project management job at a historic homestead called Dogtown, an enigmatic place where wayward women lived in harmony with dogs. Like the women who came before her, Rosie takes in a big, shaggy wolfhound named Shadow, who arrived at her doorstep at just the right time.

What I liked: The dogs, of course! Here and there, they get to narrate a chapter, bringing simple yet poignant perspectives about their owners’ lives—and how they solemnly vow to stick by them through thick and thin.

What irked me: I’m just going to come right out and say it! Rosie was a complete asshole before she was sent her behind bars. I get that she was enchanted by the rich boyfriend, and the extravagant lifestyle that was so different than her humble, blue-collar upbringing. But damn, girl! Why would you stay with a man who’s insisting on throwing your whole family under the bus? Why continue living with a man who treats you like garbage? And THEN, why would you go to a breeder (again, judging!) and bring an innocent dog into the home of a sadist???

I’m sorry, but I think six years in prison was justice well served. That girl needed to do some serious soul searching.

Most favorite character: Well that would have to be Shadow. I love the mystery of his past, and how his life parallels with the mystical dog that popped up in Rosie’s research on Dog Town’s history. I love how attuned he was to Rosie’s feelings—and how he knew exactly how to comfort her when she needed it most. I just love that the author captured this phenomenon with dogs.

Overall: This a quality feel-good story about redemption, resilience and friendship for dog lovers. Best of all—no dogs die in the end! However, I must admit that I enjoyed Two Good Dogs much more, probably because there was a cat-and-mouse chase  component that kept me on edge. I recommend this one to any dog lover who enjoys good books with tail-wagging endings.

Dog Rescue—Not for the Faint of Heart

12310553_769685853160217_3841760361102584602_nToday I received some heartbreaking news. One of my most favorite shelter dogs is no longer with us. This afternoon he was euthanized, hopefully in the arms of his loving foster parents. I wouldn’t know because I wasn’t strong enough to be there to say my final goodbyes.

I’d like to think of myself as strong, as someone who can tamp down the sadness and keep moving forward with a big smile on my face. But sometimes those emotional blinders aren’t airtight.

You see, I’m the cheerful one. I’m the girl who’s always cracking jokes and dressing the poor dogs up in tutus and boas. Nothing gets me down! Well that’s what people see anyway. Today is a different story.

I'm reading this book in Derek's honor.
I’m reading this book in Derek’s honor.

I guess there’s a reason why they call crazy dog people like me “bleeding hearts.” Right now it feels like my heart has been squeezed, resulting in sporadic crying jags and a daylong headache.

It’s a reminder that this work that I do is not easy.

It’s not easy when I say goodnight to my BFF, Spanky, and he looks back at me in total confusion. Night after night, I put him back in his kennel and he offers me a fluffy toy with a look that says, “Where you going? I’m still ready to play!”

It’s not easy when I’m short on time and Miss Mary (a beautiful chocolate lab who has gone overlooked for months) whimpers when I walk by, begging me to take her out just for a quick dip in the lake. I drive home feeling like the biggest creep on earth for not giving in.

It’s not easy when I start to see the effects of shelter life on the dogs that have been there for months—even years.

It’s not easy taking a day off from the shelter knowing that my little buddies are expecting to see me promptly at 7 p.m.

It’s not easy when I’m hustling to get home for dinner and I see a restless dog bouncing and spinning like Tigger on speed.

It’s not easy when it’s 100-plus degrees outside and there’s still a dozen more dogs that need to be walked.

And selflishly, it’s not easy when they get adopted. It’s both wonderful and heartbreaking to say my final goodbyes. This, of course, is the ultimate goal. I want my babies to get adopted, believe me! But it’s still hard letting them go and not having any control over their lives. What if they get left outside in the pouring rain? What if their adopters don’t follow the rules and put them in a dangerous situation? I can drive myself bonkers ruminating about the worst-case scenario, or I can just move on. So that’s what I do.

People outside of my amazing circle of APA friends often ask me how I can spend so much time in such a depressing place. I’m often perplexed when I see visitors with tears in their eyes and then realize that I’ve been desensitized to it all.  To be perfectly honest, I don’t see it as depressing. I think of it as a sleep-away camp for dogs. They’re just here for a short while to make some new friends, learn some skills and play games.

Compared to most other shelters, these dogs are getting out a lot more—on field trips, sleepovers and runs around the lake. They’re even working on their behavioral skills so they’ll be good to go when their adopters come. Derek was my “Behavioral Buddy,” meaning we worked together on some of his problem areas –all stemming from his silliness and ADD. Luckily he was obsessed with treats, so it didn’t take a lot of convincing to get him to mind his manners. That little twerp figured out pretty fast that eye contact would get him treats. So while walking on the crowded trail, he would stare at me the entire time while I popped treats into his mouth. We were the two stooges of Town Lake, making random strangers smile and laugh at the sight of a doofy dog walking sideways.

I have so many good memories of this gorgeous hunk of a dog—costume contests, cuddling sessions, field trips to Sonic—that I will always keep close to my heart. I’m sad that his behavior took a drastic turn for the worst, and it’s frustrating knowing that it was completely out of my control—or the control of his foster parents. Sometimes they are their own worst enemies. There’s only so much we can do to keep them happy and safe. That feeling of powerlessness can be overwhelming.

While the blinders are temporarily down and I let myself give into the tears, I will acknowledge that I’m dealing with some heavy issues. The sadness is there, but it is almost totally eclipsed by the joy those dogs bring into my life. If anything, my mental health has vastly improved thanks to all those wonderful creatures who greet me with smiles and tail wags every night. That goes for my APA friends as well! They are the only ones who truly understand what I’m going through right now. Plus, they are totally cool with being seen with me in public while I’m wearing my crocs and dirty dog clothes…sometimes even a tutu. I love them. I love my APA dogs. And I love who I have become since I began my volunteer work in 2009.

Rest in peace, my sweet Derek. Run free!

Spanky’s Special Guest Post: Flawed Dogs

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6523443Hey guys, Spanky here from Austin Pets Alive. Yep, that’s right, I’m a shelter dog in need of a good home. Know anyone who’d like a handsome young sprig of a dog that likes lap-time cuddles and kissies? I’m available! Anyhoo, my “big sister” asked me to stop by her funny little lady blog to say a few words about my new favorite book Flawed Dogs. I didn’t exactly read it on account of me being a dog and all, but she did give me the highlights and showed me all the hilarious illustrations by some hot-shot comic strip author.

It’s weird, I never met this Berkeley Breathed guy, but somehow it’s like he knows me and my kind at some higher level that humans couldn’t possibly grasp. Is it possible that he could be part dog? Let’s think about this for a moment. What is it with these artists? How come some people have this amazing ability to visualize things in their minds and put it all on paper so perfectly? Clearly this is not an easy task because my sissy can barely draw a sad little stick figure. Are these artists on some different cosmic plane? Could they be extraterrestrials? Whoa…all this deep thinking is making me dizzy.

Big sissy told me not to reveal any spoilers, but I can say that this book will take you on a dog’s heart-wrenching journey to his forever home. I can totally relate to Sam the Lion (the hero of the story) because I’ve been through the ringer too. There’s dog fighting, ugly fur-wearing humans and—worst of all—one evil poodle set on destroying Sam’s chance at happiness with the one human he truly loves. Although this looks like a fun book for the tiny humans, I think it’s more for grown ups who can understand Sam’s plight and take away a few deep thoughts about breed bias and the grim reality of shelter dogs.

Speaking of homeless mutts, this book’s full of them! They may be “flawed” but their so-called shortcomings come in handy when they join forces to take down the Westminster Dog Show. Who knew that a funny little dog with digestive issues could launch himself into the air—all through the almighty power of bad gas?! Me thinks that maybe it’s the flaws that make us unique and special—this goes for humans too! If you ask me, those pure-breds with their fancy papers are rather boring. Don’t even get me started on their owners. Why in the world would you want to spend an entire day primping a dog and prancing it around like a perfectly coifed robot? Humans are strange creatures.

But I digress. There’s so much about this book that my big sissy and I love so very very much. We were in awe of the love story of Sam the Lion and his little soul mate, who in some ways is like the human version of a shelter mutt. They were clearly meant to find each other, and I believe this will happen to me too some day…hopefully soon. Is it possible for dogs to imprint on humans? I’d like to think so. Even though Sam lost his way and was at the mercy of other humans—mostly the bad kind—he never let go of his unconditional love for little Heidi. Even when it looked like he found a new home, he never fully trusted his so-called benefactor. It’s like he knew that the man would ultimately betray him in the worst possible way. Even though what he did was despicable, this makes me think that sometimes people come into our lives for a reason. Whether they’re good or bad, they move us along in this strange journey called life.

I’ll stop prattling on to save you from spoilers–also because I have a peanut-butter kong waiting for me in my kennel!  I will say that this little book is going to stick with me and my sissy forever and always. We absolutely loved everything about it—even the really devastating parts. I was so worried about Sam the Lion, but I knew he would find his way back home. That’s because I’m a dog, and me and my kind are nothing if not hopeful. We know when we’re home. We know to have faith in our soul mates. And most importantly, we know that we were put on this earth to do one thing: Love.

I hope you loved my special guest post! Don’t forget to visit me at the shelter. Here’s my website!

Dog Crazy: A Novel of Love Lost and Found by Meg Donahue

22573873Just look at the cover and tell me how I could possibly refuse to read this book! For 17 years, my little gray-striped pudgeball of a cat, Gizzy, has rocked my world. So when he goes, I know I’m going to need someone like Maggie Brennan to keep me from spiraling down the rabbit hole of despair. But let’s not think about that right now, okay? I’ll cross that rainbow bridge when I get to it.

You see, Maggie is a pet bereavement counselor. Most people who just don’t get it would laugh her off as some kind of quack. But anyone who has ever poured their heart and soul into one four-legged creature would understand that this is a most noble and important profession indeed.

“Love is love,” I told her, as I tell all of my patients who are ashamed to find themselves shattered by the death of a dog. “Loss is loss.”

She’s a total pro, but yet there’s one little catch. She can’t leave her house. After her beloved dog died, all of her pent-up stress came to a head, resulting in full-fledged agoraphobia. Luckily she’s able to work out of her home office and order all of her worldly needs on Amazon. It also helps that her BFF lives right next door. Everything is under control…that is until a distressed teenage client walks through her door.

Unlike her other clients who fill up their allotted time telling stories about their beloved pets, all this girl wants to do is hit the streets and search for her missing dog. Although the dog, Billy, been gone for over a month, she continues to comb the streets in a disheveled mess screaming out his name like a deranged banshee. When she refuses therapy, Maggie takes it upon herself to help her search for Billy–pro bono.

At first I thought it was a little far-fetched for a therapist to take on a case for free, but then it all made sense when I realized that she was also saving herself hundreds—hell, probably thousands of dollars—in exposure therapy bills for her agoraphobia. By helping Anya look for her dog, she had face her demons and step out into the great outdoors.

Keeping her anxiety disorder under wraps, she uses her BFF’s poodle as a “therapy dog,” while out hunting for Billy. The stakes get even higher when she realizes that she might be falling for Anya’s handsome older brother. Yes, ladies, there’s a touch of romance–and even some mystery–in this heart-warming animal story.

Thanks to Maggie’s dogged (pun intended!) persistence, Anya slowly comes around. She even rekindles her love of photography by taking some marketing photos of a dog in desperate need of a forever home. Oh how I love Seymour, the adorably neurotic basset hound/golden retriever mix. I’m not going to spoil anything for you, but I will say that everything worked out exactly how I wanted in the end. I’ll just leave it at that!

I loved the shelter dog marketing aspect of this book because that’s my side job at Austin Pets Alive. So on many levels, this book really hit close to home. Emily Donahue has a remarkable talent for articulating the complexities of emotions that overtake us when we are hopelessly in love with our animals. Throughout the book, her lyrical, heart-wrenching prose sang to me. At various points, I wanted to shout “hallelujah” from the rooftop! If you, like me, get mushy about animals, get ready to cry your bleeding hearts out!

Yes, this is a book about dogs, but it really made me wax poetic about my Gizzy, who has been by my side through so many chapters in my life. I picked him up off the streets when I was a 19-year-old mess. I kid you not, after I brought that scrawny bat-eared creature into my home, my life changed so much for the better. At that, I’ll leave you with my favorite passage from the book.

“I have a theory that you get the right dog, the dog you need, for a particular stage in your life.”