When I started to read this book, I feared it would be another book that appears to be about an animal but is really about a human. ie a man talking about his dog, but really, mostly talking about himself. I also got an uneasy feeling that the author was another cashed up bogan, which this country seems to be full of. But as the book progressed, my fears abated. Whilst the author does talk a bit about his family and childhood, he also talks about his childhood dog and his family's relation to him. The book is peppered with human characters but they are brought in, in relation to their interactions with Lucky. I finally took a warming to the author when he started quoting Jeffrey Masson, and philosophizing about his relationship with Lucky.
There is a fair amount of humour in this book and the reader gets a good feel for the character of the dog. I just wish the book was longer. I have the sequel and will look forward to reading it.