Teddy, aka “Mr. Snuggles” begins his life as most puppies do, surrounded by a litter of brothers and sisters with the mother dog busily prepares them for life beyond this little nest where she can control things. Soon enough, this puppy is whisked away from his birth home by a happy, excited young man who brings him home to his young wife. A decision discussed beforehand, but her early Christmas present. She names him “Mr. Snuggles” and tries to dress him in a pink jacket, doesn’t seem to understand that a golden retriever won’t fit in her purse for long, or that he needs to be walked, trained, or really anything about what goes into raising a puppy.
And then she leaves a box out in reach, a box containing a pair of shoes. Not any shoes, of course. Louboutans. Yummy.
Shortly thereafter, Mr. Snuggles is “let out of the car” on a trip to the “countryside” to relieve himself. It isn’t terribly long before he realizes his humans and their car are nowhere to be seen.
Night falls. And another. He finds a house and sleeps by the door. Fortunately, the owners are kind and take him in until they can find his real owners. They aren’t really at a place in time where a dog for them is feasible, with a daughter who needs extra care.
What follows is the story of how Mr. Snuggles becomes Teddy, is saved, and saves in return.
The first 20% or so of this I was still on the fence. The writing is satisfactory. The story was a bit ….too precious. After that, the story does veer toward a little more realistic, but it does remain a seriously sentimental story.
This story is told from Teddy’s perspective. You read his frustrations, his fears, his processing how to interact with the family cat, the not-very-nice neighbor, how to win over people who aren’t his biggest fan, and most of all his overriding love and concern for young Emily. It’s okay – but it’s not “The Art of Racing in the Rain,” nor is Teddy like Enzo. Some are amusing, some are sweet, some are meant to tug at your heartstrings.
Cute. Sweet. Sometimes that’s enough.