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Chicken Soup for the Soul: Loving Our Dogs: Heartwarming and Humorous Stories about our Companions and Best Friends
Dog lovers will enjoy these heartwarming and humorous stories about our companions and best friends.
We are all crazy about our dogs and can’t read enough about them. This book contains the 101 best dog stories from Chicken Soup for the Soul’s extensive library. Revel in the heartwarming, amusing, inspirational, and occasionally tearful stories about our best friends and faithful companions – our dogs. See your own dogs with a new eye through these true stories about:
We are all crazy about our dogs and can’t read enough about them. This book contains the 101 best dog stories from Chicken Soup for the Soul’s extensive library. Revel in the heartwarming, amusing, inspirational, and occasionally tearful stories about our best friends and faithful companions – our dogs. See your own dogs with a new eye through these true stories about:
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First published August 26, 2008
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Jack Canfield
1,286 books1,751 followersJack Canfield is an American motivational speaker and author. He is best known as the co-creator of the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" book series, which currently has over 124 titles and 100 million copies in print in over 47 languages. According to USA Today, Canfield and his writing partner, Mark Victor Hansen, were the top-selling authors in the United States in 1997.
Canfield received a BA in Chinese History from Harvard University and a Masters from University of Massachusetts. He has worked as a teacher, a workshop facilitator, and a psychotherapist.
Canfield is the founder of "Self Esteem Seminars" in Santa Barbara, and "The Foundation for Self Esteem" in Culver City, California. The stated mission of Self Esteem Seminars is to train entrepreneurs, educators, corporate leaders and employees to achieve their personal and professional goals. The focus of The Foundation for Self Esteem is to train social workers, welfare recipients and human resource professionals.
In 1990,he shared with author Mark Victor Hansen his idea for the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. After three years, the two had compiled sixty-eight stories.
Canfield has appeared on numerous television shows, including Good Morning America, 20/20, Eye to Eye, CNN's Talk Back Live, PBS, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The Montel Williams Show, Larry King Live and the BBC.
Canfield's most recent book, The Success Principles (2005), shares 64 principles that he claims can make people more successful. In 2006, he appeared in the DVD, "The Secret," and shared his insights on the Law of Attraction and tips for achieving success in personal and professional life.
Jack Canfield was born on August 19, 1944, in Fort Worth, TX. He is the son of Elmer and Ellen (a homemaker; maiden name, Taylor). He attended high school at Linsly Military Institute, Wheeling, WV, 1962. He went to college at Harvard University, B.A., 1966; University of Massachusetts at Amherst, M.Ed., 1973. Canfield married Judith Ohlbaum in 1971 (divorced, November 1976); he married Georgia Lee Noble on September 9, 1978 (divorced, December 1999); he married Inga Marie Mahoney on July 4, 2001; children: (first marriage) Oran, David, Kyle, Dania; (second marriage) Christopher Noble. He is a Democrat and a Christian, and his hobbies include tennis, travel, skiing, running, billiards, reading, and guitar.
Canfield received a BA in Chinese History from Harvard University and a Masters from University of Massachusetts. He has worked as a teacher, a workshop facilitator, and a psychotherapist.
Canfield is the founder of "Self Esteem Seminars" in Santa Barbara, and "The Foundation for Self Esteem" in Culver City, California. The stated mission of Self Esteem Seminars is to train entrepreneurs, educators, corporate leaders and employees to achieve their personal and professional goals. The focus of The Foundation for Self Esteem is to train social workers, welfare recipients and human resource professionals.
In 1990,he shared with author Mark Victor Hansen his idea for the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. After three years, the two had compiled sixty-eight stories.
Canfield has appeared on numerous television shows, including Good Morning America, 20/20, Eye to Eye, CNN's Talk Back Live, PBS, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The Montel Williams Show, Larry King Live and the BBC.
Canfield's most recent book, The Success Principles (2005), shares 64 principles that he claims can make people more successful. In 2006, he appeared in the DVD, "The Secret," and shared his insights on the Law of Attraction and tips for achieving success in personal and professional life.
Jack Canfield was born on August 19, 1944, in Fort Worth, TX. He is the son of Elmer and Ellen (a homemaker; maiden name, Taylor). He attended high school at Linsly Military Institute, Wheeling, WV, 1962. He went to college at Harvard University, B.A., 1966; University of Massachusetts at Amherst, M.Ed., 1973. Canfield married Judith Ohlbaum in 1971 (divorced, November 1976); he married Georgia Lee Noble on September 9, 1978 (divorced, December 1999); he married Inga Marie Mahoney on July 4, 2001; children: (first marriage) Oran, David, Kyle, Dania; (second marriage) Christopher Noble. He is a Democrat and a Christian, and his hobbies include tennis, travel, skiing, running, billiards, reading, and guitar.
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April 1, 2024
This book has some of the best short stories I have read on dogs, including previous dog story books from Chicken Soup for the Soul. For that reason I am putting it in my 'dogs-favorite-books shelf' indicating I think it is one of the best dog books out of the 580+ dog books I have read so far.
I marked this book as a spoiler because when I read a book, I like to take out quotes to share that I feel are exceptional. A lot of books are lucky to have a few. What I do is leave a post-it note to hold the place to go back for consideration to be copied out later. I had 32 post-it notes in this book.
A fair number of the quotes are the best part out of a story which may be the ending of the story or at least the big punchline. Granted if you get the answer, you will not know the equation, but best if you get and read the book of course. But if you are like me and probably will forget about stuff regarding a book, or if you probably won't be getting to this particular book anyway, or if you just like reading good stuff multiple times anyway, then I think it is ok for you to proceed and read all the excerpts I will include in this review.
Before I get to the excerpts, I want to answer the question a lot of dog book readers want to know, is Kleenex needed at the end? Yes (and there is even a chapter at the end on it!) But we all know it is something we all will have to deal with, so I say deal with it and enjoy a great book anyway.
OK, here is the good stuff I loved from the book:
To our dismay, we soon learned that Beau had been “reverse house-trained.” He consistently messed in the house and then stood by the door, waiting to go outside. We figured out that his first family had not given him regular opportunities to visit the great outdoors. Then, when he made the inevitable mess inside, they would get mad at him and throw him out the door. He was an intelligent dog and made the obvious connection: Go to the bathroom and then you get
to go outside. We had quite a time convincing him it actually worked better the other way. – Carol Kline, from the story Velcro Beau
I looked at Tim holding his old, fat, gray bulldog. Suddenly, I understood what I hadn’t before. All those years that had etched the premature lines on Tim’s sad face—Bubba had been there to share them. They had each other, and for them, that had been enough. – Lisa Duffy-Korpics, from the story Bubba’s Last Stand
As hot tears filled my eyes, she hugged me and said, “Don’t you understand, Cynthia? Right now that dog is the only thing keeping you alive.” -Cynthia Knisely as told to Bill Holston, from the story Body and Soul
As I entered, my father closed his book and looked directly at me. “Son, I know this dog doesn’t do what he should,” he said, “but what he does do is something grand. Lifts a man’s spirits to see him go.” He continued to look at me steadily. For a moment I felt he could see into my very heart. “What makes any living thing worth the time of day,” Dad went on, “is that it is what it is—and knows it. Knows it in its bones.” W.W. Meade, from the story The Joy of the Run
I felt blessed. My experience with Mrs. Johnson and Blackie gave me the pieces I'd been missing — healing wasn’t just about textbooks and medications. If it were, Blackie would never have made it. Now I knew healing was a team effort that involved God, me, the animals and the people who loved them. It was about compassion and faith and serving others. – Liz Gunkelman, D.V.M., from the story More Than Medicine
I set her on the table, and she wiggled her gaunt frame with delight as | spoke some soothing words and patted her head. The tempo of her tail quickened as she looked up at my face. Looking into her eyes, I saw total trust, unconditional love and absolute loyalty. I felt the cruel irony of what was taking place. God’s precious creatures, embodying the kindest virtues on the planet, being killed for the crime of not being wanted. She held out her leg for me to inject and licked my hand. She was ready. I wasn't. – Marty Becker, D.V.M., from the story Killer Angels
I took the dog back to my veterinary practice and named her G. H.—short for Good Home. I'd observed over the years that people who raised litters of puppies or kittens always said, “I just want to find them a ‘good home.” – Marty Becker, D.V.M., from the story Killer Angels
Then I found out that a bulletproof vest for a police dog costs $475, My mom thought it was a lot of money for an eleven-year-old girl to raise, but she told me to go ahead and try anyway. – Stephanie Taylor, eleven, from the story Going to the Dogs
I would never have believed that I could feel this way about my life again. Each day I look forward to getting up after a full night sleep, grooming Hawk, going out somewhere new and being a pan of the world around me, then coming home to cuddle, play and relax for the evening. – David Ball, from the story Angel in the Form of a Service Dog
To everyone’ surprise, after running from us and being alone for sixteen months, he was a very affectionate dog. All Buddy wanted at this point was to be petted, and if you stopped too soon, he’d let you know by gently nuzzling your hand until you started petting him again. – Bill King, from the story The Promise
We heard Barbara laughing in the background, and then she picked up the phone and told us that Buddhi had approached the phone, and had stood for a moment, head cocked. Then he carefully put his front paws up on the desk and set down the object in his mouth. It was his favorite ball. He put it directly on top of the speakerphone and stepped back—waiting for us to throw it. – Susan White, from the story Dogs Just Wanna Have Fun
There he stood in the dark, at the top of the long staircase, silently gazing down at our overnight guest below. After several seconds Turbo silently carried his favorite teddy bear down that long flight stairs. He slowly approached Meadow and then gingerly dropped his prized possession next to Meadow’ head, as if to say, This teddy comforts me at night; I hope it does the same for you. – Ed Kostro, from the story Canine Compassion
What was most striking about the dog's heroic act was that night he had easy access to the porch door, left open to the outdoors. King could easily have just saved himself. Instead, he chose to gnaw and smash through the door to the house, and face blinding fire and choking smoke, all to rescue his family. – Stephanie Leland, from the story King of Courage
The flash of searchlights and the blasts of gunfire raked the struggling men in the mud. In spite of the cracking of artillery and the screams of injured and dying men, Khan must have heard the voice of Johnny Muldoon calling to him. Unable to swim, Muldoon was desperately battling to stay afloat two hundred yards from the shore. Khan plunged back into the frigid water and, guided by Muldoon’s calls, swam to his master. Grabbing the collar of Muldoon’s tunic, Khan paddled through the water and mud and at last dragged Muldoon to the shore. Man and dog collapsed on the bank. – Rosamond Young, from the story Friends in Arms
I looked at Beau. He seemed okay. We made him roll over, then stand up. It was then I caught that line of slick, dark blue-red we all knew too well. A bullet had pierced his foreleg. It appeared to be a clean hole, bleeding only slightly. I patted him and he wagged his tail. His sad, intelligent eyes expressed, “It’s okay, Joe. I’m not important. I'm just here to protect you."- Joe Kirkup, from the story Dog of War
When Beau reaches the edge of his yard, he hesitates for a moment. He isn’t supposed to go out of the yard, and the street is definitively off-limits. But this is a twelve-headed monster with forty-eight appendages. There is no telling what it will do to his family. He has no choice — he has to break the rules, and he clears the sidewalk and the curb with one great leap.
Among the cyclists is a man who has a Lab a lot like Beau. Instead of reaching for a water bottle or tire pump, he looks at Beau and says,
“Hey, where's your ball? Where's your ball?”
A few minutes later one of the other cyclists says, “Man, I couldn’t believe it. He just stopped and went looking for a ball. It was amazing. How did you know he had a ball?”
“He’s a Lab. Labs are nuts about tennis balls. I had a friend once who swore he was going to name his next Lab ‘Wilson’ so all his tennis balls would have his name on them.” – John Arrington, from the story Beau and the Twelve-Headed Monster
Parked next to this particular Port-O-Let was a cart. It looked like some sort of sled-training cart with wheels used when there is no snow, but that was pure speculation on my part. In any case, the cart was not the unusual part. What was truly unusual were the four Siberian husky/Alaskan malamute-type dogs in harnesses, all hooked to one gang line that went directly into the door of the Port-O-Let, making it appear that they were out on a Port-O-Let/sled-riding mission. | can only assume there was no way to anchor the cart and the dogs while taking care of business, so the cart driver got the brilliant idea to just take the gang line into the Port-O-Let and hold on to the dogs while using the facilities. – Dave Wiley, from the story Sled Dogs Without Snow
As we climb into Rainy Pass to cross the Alaska Range, my mind is not fully focused. I let go of the sled so the team can clamber up a steep bank unencumbered by my weight. I have badly misjudged the energy of my dogs; they shoot away and are out of sight before I reach its top.
For ten kilometers I pursue them. Around one more bend and there they are, the sled on its side but intact. They bark and wag their tails as if to say, “Where the hell have you been?” – Susan Butcher, from the story She Dares to Race the Iditarod
But then an airline employee took Barbara aside to tell her there'd been an accident. During offloading, Boris’ carrier had opened, and he had escaped. Several baggage handlers and airport police had chased the frightened dog across busy runways and through a terminal jam-packed with holiday travelers. But Boris had eluded them all, and now he was running loose somewhere in neighboring Queens. – Bill Holton, from the story Boris in New York
That old $4.95 bowl is probably the only thing I still own that was mine thirty years ago. It has served us well, and tonight Chamois will eat her first meal from it. | wonder if she knows how valuable it is and what it means to me. I wonder if she knows its Halloween and that her meal tonight will be served in a haunted bowl: a big old cream-colored bowl haunted by the ghosts of Swamp and Cheddar—and a thousand poignant memories. Will she know as she eats that a black ghost will lie down and wrap her front legs around the bowl and that a yellow ghost will grab a bite and then circle back for more? Will she see the tears in my eyes before I turn away and stare into the past? Or will she just devour the food, lick her chops and wag her busy tail? – John Arrington, from the story The Haunted Bowl.
In the yard, Robert was running back and forth, tossing a large stick into the air waiting for it to return to the ground and then picking it up and throwing it higher and higher each time. When I asked what he was doing, he simply turned and smiled.
I'm playing with Rocky, Dad....” -S. C. Edwards, from the story Forever Rocky
I marked this book as a spoiler because when I read a book, I like to take out quotes to share that I feel are exceptional. A lot of books are lucky to have a few. What I do is leave a post-it note to hold the place to go back for consideration to be copied out later. I had 32 post-it notes in this book.
A fair number of the quotes are the best part out of a story which may be the ending of the story or at least the big punchline. Granted if you get the answer, you will not know the equation, but best if you get and read the book of course. But if you are like me and probably will forget about stuff regarding a book, or if you probably won't be getting to this particular book anyway, or if you just like reading good stuff multiple times anyway, then I think it is ok for you to proceed and read all the excerpts I will include in this review.
Before I get to the excerpts, I want to answer the question a lot of dog book readers want to know, is Kleenex needed at the end? Yes (and there is even a chapter at the end on it!) But we all know it is something we all will have to deal with, so I say deal with it and enjoy a great book anyway.
OK, here is the good stuff I loved from the book:
To our dismay, we soon learned that Beau had been “reverse house-trained.” He consistently messed in the house and then stood by the door, waiting to go outside. We figured out that his first family had not given him regular opportunities to visit the great outdoors. Then, when he made the inevitable mess inside, they would get mad at him and throw him out the door. He was an intelligent dog and made the obvious connection: Go to the bathroom and then you get
to go outside. We had quite a time convincing him it actually worked better the other way. – Carol Kline, from the story Velcro Beau
I looked at Tim holding his old, fat, gray bulldog. Suddenly, I understood what I hadn’t before. All those years that had etched the premature lines on Tim’s sad face—Bubba had been there to share them. They had each other, and for them, that had been enough. – Lisa Duffy-Korpics, from the story Bubba’s Last Stand
As hot tears filled my eyes, she hugged me and said, “Don’t you understand, Cynthia? Right now that dog is the only thing keeping you alive.” -Cynthia Knisely as told to Bill Holston, from the story Body and Soul
As I entered, my father closed his book and looked directly at me. “Son, I know this dog doesn’t do what he should,” he said, “but what he does do is something grand. Lifts a man’s spirits to see him go.” He continued to look at me steadily. For a moment I felt he could see into my very heart. “What makes any living thing worth the time of day,” Dad went on, “is that it is what it is—and knows it. Knows it in its bones.” W.W. Meade, from the story The Joy of the Run
I felt blessed. My experience with Mrs. Johnson and Blackie gave me the pieces I'd been missing — healing wasn’t just about textbooks and medications. If it were, Blackie would never have made it. Now I knew healing was a team effort that involved God, me, the animals and the people who loved them. It was about compassion and faith and serving others. – Liz Gunkelman, D.V.M., from the story More Than Medicine
I set her on the table, and she wiggled her gaunt frame with delight as | spoke some soothing words and patted her head. The tempo of her tail quickened as she looked up at my face. Looking into her eyes, I saw total trust, unconditional love and absolute loyalty. I felt the cruel irony of what was taking place. God’s precious creatures, embodying the kindest virtues on the planet, being killed for the crime of not being wanted. She held out her leg for me to inject and licked my hand. She was ready. I wasn't. – Marty Becker, D.V.M., from the story Killer Angels
I took the dog back to my veterinary practice and named her G. H.—short for Good Home. I'd observed over the years that people who raised litters of puppies or kittens always said, “I just want to find them a ‘good home.” – Marty Becker, D.V.M., from the story Killer Angels
Then I found out that a bulletproof vest for a police dog costs $475, My mom thought it was a lot of money for an eleven-year-old girl to raise, but she told me to go ahead and try anyway. – Stephanie Taylor, eleven, from the story Going to the Dogs
I would never have believed that I could feel this way about my life again. Each day I look forward to getting up after a full night sleep, grooming Hawk, going out somewhere new and being a pan of the world around me, then coming home to cuddle, play and relax for the evening. – David Ball, from the story Angel in the Form of a Service Dog
To everyone’ surprise, after running from us and being alone for sixteen months, he was a very affectionate dog. All Buddy wanted at this point was to be petted, and if you stopped too soon, he’d let you know by gently nuzzling your hand until you started petting him again. – Bill King, from the story The Promise
We heard Barbara laughing in the background, and then she picked up the phone and told us that Buddhi had approached the phone, and had stood for a moment, head cocked. Then he carefully put his front paws up on the desk and set down the object in his mouth. It was his favorite ball. He put it directly on top of the speakerphone and stepped back—waiting for us to throw it. – Susan White, from the story Dogs Just Wanna Have Fun
There he stood in the dark, at the top of the long staircase, silently gazing down at our overnight guest below. After several seconds Turbo silently carried his favorite teddy bear down that long flight stairs. He slowly approached Meadow and then gingerly dropped his prized possession next to Meadow’ head, as if to say, This teddy comforts me at night; I hope it does the same for you. – Ed Kostro, from the story Canine Compassion
What was most striking about the dog's heroic act was that night he had easy access to the porch door, left open to the outdoors. King could easily have just saved himself. Instead, he chose to gnaw and smash through the door to the house, and face blinding fire and choking smoke, all to rescue his family. – Stephanie Leland, from the story King of Courage
The flash of searchlights and the blasts of gunfire raked the struggling men in the mud. In spite of the cracking of artillery and the screams of injured and dying men, Khan must have heard the voice of Johnny Muldoon calling to him. Unable to swim, Muldoon was desperately battling to stay afloat two hundred yards from the shore. Khan plunged back into the frigid water and, guided by Muldoon’s calls, swam to his master. Grabbing the collar of Muldoon’s tunic, Khan paddled through the water and mud and at last dragged Muldoon to the shore. Man and dog collapsed on the bank. – Rosamond Young, from the story Friends in Arms
I looked at Beau. He seemed okay. We made him roll over, then stand up. It was then I caught that line of slick, dark blue-red we all knew too well. A bullet had pierced his foreleg. It appeared to be a clean hole, bleeding only slightly. I patted him and he wagged his tail. His sad, intelligent eyes expressed, “It’s okay, Joe. I’m not important. I'm just here to protect you."- Joe Kirkup, from the story Dog of War
When Beau reaches the edge of his yard, he hesitates for a moment. He isn’t supposed to go out of the yard, and the street is definitively off-limits. But this is a twelve-headed monster with forty-eight appendages. There is no telling what it will do to his family. He has no choice — he has to break the rules, and he clears the sidewalk and the curb with one great leap.
Among the cyclists is a man who has a Lab a lot like Beau. Instead of reaching for a water bottle or tire pump, he looks at Beau and says,
“Hey, where's your ball? Where's your ball?”
A few minutes later one of the other cyclists says, “Man, I couldn’t believe it. He just stopped and went looking for a ball. It was amazing. How did you know he had a ball?”
“He’s a Lab. Labs are nuts about tennis balls. I had a friend once who swore he was going to name his next Lab ‘Wilson’ so all his tennis balls would have his name on them.” – John Arrington, from the story Beau and the Twelve-Headed Monster
Parked next to this particular Port-O-Let was a cart. It looked like some sort of sled-training cart with wheels used when there is no snow, but that was pure speculation on my part. In any case, the cart was not the unusual part. What was truly unusual were the four Siberian husky/Alaskan malamute-type dogs in harnesses, all hooked to one gang line that went directly into the door of the Port-O-Let, making it appear that they were out on a Port-O-Let/sled-riding mission. | can only assume there was no way to anchor the cart and the dogs while taking care of business, so the cart driver got the brilliant idea to just take the gang line into the Port-O-Let and hold on to the dogs while using the facilities. – Dave Wiley, from the story Sled Dogs Without Snow
As we climb into Rainy Pass to cross the Alaska Range, my mind is not fully focused. I let go of the sled so the team can clamber up a steep bank unencumbered by my weight. I have badly misjudged the energy of my dogs; they shoot away and are out of sight before I reach its top.
For ten kilometers I pursue them. Around one more bend and there they are, the sled on its side but intact. They bark and wag their tails as if to say, “Where the hell have you been?” – Susan Butcher, from the story She Dares to Race the Iditarod
But then an airline employee took Barbara aside to tell her there'd been an accident. During offloading, Boris’ carrier had opened, and he had escaped. Several baggage handlers and airport police had chased the frightened dog across busy runways and through a terminal jam-packed with holiday travelers. But Boris had eluded them all, and now he was running loose somewhere in neighboring Queens. – Bill Holton, from the story Boris in New York
That old $4.95 bowl is probably the only thing I still own that was mine thirty years ago. It has served us well, and tonight Chamois will eat her first meal from it. | wonder if she knows how valuable it is and what it means to me. I wonder if she knows its Halloween and that her meal tonight will be served in a haunted bowl: a big old cream-colored bowl haunted by the ghosts of Swamp and Cheddar—and a thousand poignant memories. Will she know as she eats that a black ghost will lie down and wrap her front legs around the bowl and that a yellow ghost will grab a bite and then circle back for more? Will she see the tears in my eyes before I turn away and stare into the past? Or will she just devour the food, lick her chops and wag her busy tail? – John Arrington, from the story The Haunted Bowl.
In the yard, Robert was running back and forth, tossing a large stick into the air waiting for it to return to the ground and then picking it up and throwing it higher and higher each time. When I asked what he was doing, he simply turned and smiled.
I'm playing with Rocky, Dad....” -S. C. Edwards, from the story Forever Rocky
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June 19, 2018
These books always have marvelous stories, some funny, some sad. I find them a great read, but need to remember not to bring them to restaurants! In other words, keep the tissues handy.
July 21, 2018
A heart warming book
March 15, 2019
These are pretty formulaic books. But I love dogs so much, it's OK. This one was right there with stories that were heart warming, wrenching and just lots of dogs.
May 12, 2023
2008 - Trade - Have It - Read It - 810.03 - Non-Fiction
February 23, 2024
a comforting read
This is such a great book as all the chicken soup books are but this one is a collection from several of the books!! I truly enjoyed it!
This is such a great book as all the chicken soup books are but this one is a collection from several of the books!! I truly enjoyed it!
November 11, 2024
Love my fur babies Nevaeh and Onyx...had me emotional thru it
January 26, 2025
An easy read. Heartwarming stories interesting to dog lovers.
September 30, 2012
This is a compilation of 101 of the best Chicken Soup stories about dogs.So if you are familiar with the Chicken Soup books, you might have already seen some of the stories.But if you are a dog lover it won't matter.It might be a cliche but these stories will touch your heart.Ranging from herioc dogs that save lives to doggie bandits raiding the refrigerator, these stories cover a gamut of emotions.
Most dog lovers probably believe that dogs are God's gift to people.I don't.I believe that people are God's gift to dogs.Dogs are never happier than when they have someone to love.And if you were God, who would you think deserved a gift more - people or dogs?
Some of the stories are on the sad side and might even cause a few tears.But not from me of course.I am a middle age man and don't cry at dog stories.So while I was reading the section on stories about saying goodbye to their beloved dogs, it must have been my allergies causing my eyes to water.Right?
Most dog lovers probably believe that dogs are God's gift to people.I don't.I believe that people are God's gift to dogs.Dogs are never happier than when they have someone to love.And if you were God, who would you think deserved a gift more - people or dogs?
Some of the stories are on the sad side and might even cause a few tears.But not from me of course.I am a middle age man and don't cry at dog stories.So while I was reading the section on stories about saying goodbye to their beloved dogs, it must have been my allergies causing my eyes to water.Right?
December 28, 2011
We got this with a bunch of books at the auction yesterday. I didn't mean to pick it up and start reading it - it just happened! And, yes, I know these stories are cheesy. And, yes, I'm a big suck who cried through most of it. But I love these stories. And have even contemplated picking up a few more books from the used store. I'm a sucker.
January 14, 2009
Another Chicken soup book- haven't read one in quite awhile, but I have to say this might be my favorite one- because I'm a total dog lover. Some of the stories made me cry, some made me laugh, overall a great read for dog lovers.
September 27, 2011
I thought it was a nice collection of dog stories. I picked it off my shelf when I needed to read something on the train into Chicago, and it did it's purpose. I wouldn't call it fantastic, but it wsn't bad. A short easy, brainless read.
September 12, 2010
This is a great book for dog lovers to read a quick chapter now and again. Very humorous and enjoyable.
May 24, 2011
Typical Chicken Soup book, some stories were really touching, others were just okay. I did skip over the dying dogs chapter, I'm too much of a wimp to read that.
February 2, 2014
This book is so sweet and adorable. I would recommend it to any dog lover out there!
March 22, 2016
Love stories!!!
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