Some people, not all, but some find their shelf in life, that place where they can use their interests, passion for work, and actually like what they do. I think James Herriot really found that place. In fact he found two shelves where he was very good. He was a vet, and he wrote about animals with such compassion, and affection that it is clear that he liked them and what he did.
It is the same thing with his writing. He was able to convey this passion for animals, and dogs in particular, in such an entertaining way that I always like reading him. I mean, it is one thing to have knowledge, and it is quite another to be able to convey it to a reader in a good way. He has both.
This book is a lovely collection of stories that are about his dogs, and dogs he had some dealings with in his job. And of course the people that owned them. Some of them are eccentric, others not so much, but he has the same compassion for the owners as he does for the animals, and doesn't laugh at people, but with them.
I liked this book. Perhaps it is sometimes a little sentimental, but okay, that is alright, at least from my perspective. I just enjoyed reading this.