I am so excited to find another book worthy of going in my dogs-favorite-books shelf. This will be the sixty-first one I have added to that category out of the 493 dog books I have read so far. Molly is a great book whether you are a cat or a dog fan. Some books only have one big climax where the animal is reunited with its owners. Here there are multiple peaks to enjoy crossing over.
There is great background stories for why Mr. butcher decides to train a dog to help find lost cats. He also decides that it also must be a rescue dog. Rescuing dogs check a lot of people’s boxes. Here is a bit from that part:
“Right, first the bad news,” said Rob, when, as promised, he called me with an update. My shoulders sagged as I braced myself for yet more disappointment.
“Molly’s very, very demanding. She’s been badly deprived of love and affection. She suffers from terrible separation anxiety. She barks like crazy when she’s frustrated. She steals food from people’s plates and pinches treats from their pocket. And she’s one of the most willful, wayward and stubborn dogs I’ve ever met.”
“And the good news?” I replied despondently.
“I reckon we’ve found our dog, Colin.”
It is almost unbelievable to me, but a lot of people dismissed his idea of training a dog to locate cats. He worked very hard to get to the point where he could prove the concept:
'Four years previously I’d first set out to find and train a cat-detection dog, and had figured that it would take me just six months. I’d spent hundreds of hours researching canine cognition, traveled thousands of miles to meet the country’s top experts in this field and overcome a great deal of resistance and hostility. So many people have told me that it couldn’t be done and had implied that I was foolish and delusional.'
Then Molly. The first chapter opens with her first big test.
'I gave my dog the signal to proceed. With Tim and I trailing behind her, an all-guns-blazing Molly charged across number 38’s lawn, her stride unbroken as she gobbled up some bacon rind that had been left for the birds. She sprang up to the decking, whirled around to face me, locked her eyes with mine, and—a slither of bacon rind drooping from her mouth—gave me the most emphatic “down” I’d ever seen.
“Oh my god, she’s doing that trembly thing again,” whispered Tim, his voice shaking. “Has she found her?”'
The book has background details on why Colin took on this quest. It has information on overcoming behavior issues with Molly. It has details on his training. Oh yeah, and some ribbing when the movie ‘Pet Detective’ came out. But the book is chock full of the fun stuff, little mysteries to find missing animals. At one search and location Colin shares his thoughts while there:
'I contemplated the task that lay ahead. It felt like I was in the middle of a Midsomer Murders case in many respects, since our village location was similarly quaint and rustic and teeming with a cast of colorful characters. The central theme of this particular episode was abundantly clear, and of course: where on earth is Simba? Had he wandered off and got lost? Was he trapped in an outbuilding? Had he been kidnapped by a local? Was he still alive, even? Fortunately, I had my problem-solving pooch waiting in the wings, who’d no doubt help me to get to the bottom of it.'
He had to ask permission to go into people’s backyards to have Molly search for a cat. I like how he gets to meet some colorful characters in some. Here is one bit but without the funny conclusion to this part:
'The next household—a young father—was far more accommodating, thank goodness. He ushered the three of us through his back gate and five minutes later, appeared on the patio with his toddler, who was clad in an all-in-one playsuit.
“You don’t mind if we watch, do you?” he asked. “Ethan and I have had enough of Tom and Jerry for one morning. Molly the detective dog seems far more exciting.”'
I like what we learn about why cats get lost:
‘We learned an awful lot about cats’ day-to-day behavior, habits and movements and, critically, the circumstances that led them to migrate or go missing. Some cats, we noted, reacted adversely to a change within the household—the arrival of a new baby, perhaps, or even a room being redecorated—and others were driven from their usual territory by an aggressive cat encroaching on their home or garden.’
That reminds me of some funny stories of cats that go into other cat’s homes through the cat door and steal their food. I didn’t realize they would do that!
The best parts were the little mysteries. First the worried and tearful owners:
‘Unsurprisingly, the atmosphere around the breakfast table that morning was fraught. A teary Lindsey was inconsolable—“How can I carry on without Simba?” she kept repeating—and both parents, sitting on either side of their daughter, tried their utmost to reassure her.’
Then the search:
'The air was heavy with hope and expectation and the three men watched on, agog, as my smart little spaniel stuck her snout deep into the jar, her tail wagging nineteen to the dozen.
Responding to my usual “Seek, seek” command, Molly raced into the long grass, springing high and squatting low as she traced the rise and fall of the riverside breeze. Then, suddenly, she homed in on the upended oak tree and—bang!—hit the deck immediately before giving me a textbook “down.” She locked her brown, unblinking eyes on mine, as if to say FOUND IT, EVERYONE!'
Then, for most of the stories, the happy reunion when the cat or dog is found as in these bits from different stories:
“MY little baby,” she whispered, gulping down tears as her dog peeped out from the darkness.
“I’ll never forget what you’ve done for us, Colin,” she said. “Our family is complete again.”
“I thought you’d gone forever!” she squealed, flinging her arms around him and smothering him in kisses. “You’ll never know how much I missed you.”
‘The “Bring Newton Home” social media accounts had evidently gone into meltdown when the news of his recover had filtered through—well-wishers from all around the world had posted photos of themselves jumping for joy and holding NEWTON IS HOME!!! posters—and it seemed the little dog had become something of a celebrity, both at home and abroad.’
I could also throw in something about the dog getting bit by a poisonous snake, but I think there already is enough in this review, except for one final pleasant bit.
There before me, in the living room, lay a vision of domestic bliss. Sarah was curled up on the sofa with Marian Keyes’s latest novel and a glass of wine and wrapped around her feet was a snoozing, snoring Molly. I couldn’t help but smile. Once upon a time, Sarah—an avowed cat-lover—could hardly bear to be within a yard of this hair-shedding, handbag-snuffling rescue mutt, but now here they were, snuggling like a pair of old friends.’
Molly is a great book that should be on any ‘best dog book of all time’ list.