Mel Ellis outdoors writer and editor, gives us a volume devoted to his partnership with Rainey, the remarkable dog who shared his life for ten years.
The book is well written, with lovely descriptions of cold, crisp mornings and brilliant sunsets. Unfortunately, the story, as prettily told as it is, left me cold. Ellis holds himself above Rainey, though Rainey, for all of being a canine, is clearly a superior creature. Rainey is smart, and not inclined to kowtow to Ellis simply because he's a human. Ellis regularly describes using corporal punishment as a "training" tool, and at one time he gets so angry at Rainey for destroying a material object that he strikes him with an arrow, burying the blade clear to the dog's hip-bone. He then wonders why Rainey isn't more affectionate.
As an outdoorsman, Ellis of course describes hunting and fishing trips in great detail, so if this is interesting to you, you will find much to love in Run, Rainey, Run. I have never been a supporter of blood sports, so these descriptions were not compelling to me; on the contrary, descriptions of days when Ellis kills 40 or more of a single type of bird read as excessive. A hunter or fisherman's mileage will obviously vary on this point.