Great book. I like his zen like thoughts. Nice to know what a chubby guy and a little dog can accomplish.
I see Didn't include quotes in this review, so will add the ones I saved:
A curious reader of my newspaper wanted to know why he was Atticus M. Finch and not Atticus M. Ryan. I told her I wanted him to have his own identity. We were a team, but it was important to me that he was allowed to be himself and not simply my dog. I did not want an accessory so much as a living, breathing, feeling entity to accompany me through life. Allowing him to have his own last name was part of that, no matter how small or silly it may have seemed. When I shared this with Paige, she sighed happily in approval and thanked me. "It's important for a dog to be himself, " she said. - Tom Ryan, "Following Atticus"
I cannot remember exactly what I wrote, but I remember telling her I wanted a dog who would be cool to just hang out with. I wanted a dog who would sit with me, whether on the beach, on a bench in the center of town, or at a sidewalk café, and watch the world go by. I was looking for a thoughtful dog, more of a philosopher than an athlete. I wanted a dog who was independent, but not so independent as to be stubborn or troublesome. I wanted a friend. - Tom Ryan, "Following Atticus"
"The lone figure sits erect, ready for the wave to break, ready for whatever the world is about to unleash upon him. He is serene (or perhaps resigned to the coming test), humble and undaunted because he has faith that he will find a way.
He is Frodo Baggins; he is Don Quixote; he is Huck Finn. He is every unlikely hero who ever took a step out the door and found himself swept up in adventure.
Looking at the photo, I think of what the poet William Irwin Thompson wrote: “When we come to an edge we come to a frontier that tells us that we are now about to become more than we have been before.”
For there he sits, along in that field, facing an edge, facing a frontier, facing a wilderness that dwarfs him. And yet he sits. Facing it. Not turning away. Not running away.
The little fellow in the photograph is my hiking partner, Atticus M. Finch, named for yet another humble and unlikely literary hero. - Tom Ryan, “Following Atticus”"