Ellen Emerson White, writing as Nicholas Edwards, knows just how to appeal to young adult pet lovers, whether they are 8 or 18. Alas, with this book, she fell short of her previously high standards.
Her Santa Paws series are a collection of delightful novels in which Patricia and Gregory Callahan are teenagers who have a heroic dog with a knack for saving everyone in the slightest bit of difficulty.
In Santa Paws, Come Home, the third book in the series, Santa Paws is kidnapped by a pair of odious dognappers who are going to sell him to eccentric millionaire. He’s been working in the mall as one of Santa’s helpers when they manage to nab him after a rescue. It’s the sad price of fame for this beloved dog.
He does eventually get away from them as they get stuck in New York City rush hour traffic. This begins his long trek back to his family in Ocean Port, Connecticut, a family that is frantically searching for him.
Santa Paws, Come Home is the weakest in the series so far and the least compelling out of all of them. Whereas the first two books are intense in the danger that the family and the dog faces, this one is almost trite. The villains are stereotypically oafish and eat too much. We are meant to be as disgusted with their slovenly habits as we are admiring of the Callahan’s athleticism and community service.
But as stereotypical and shallow as the sketching of villains are, that isn’t the books’ worst sin. The biggest flaw in the book is that we must stretch our disbelief too far when it comes to Santa Paws. In the previous novels, she’s led us to accept that Santa Paws has unerring instincts—an almost mystical or miraculous ability to help those in need and to perform the most amazing of rescues. This is all well and good. It’s a conceit that we’re willing to accept because of the great joy within the novels.
In this novel, however, we’re supposed to believe that Santa Paws has selective powers. For some reason, he has not the slightest instincts toward those who could help him. He runs from families who are taking him home in a too-obvious way of prolonging to the story to either create suspense or an expected page count. While there is an attempt made at justifying this unusual fear in an otherwise incredibly brave dog, it simply doesn’t work. The reader feels cheated.
This book does set up future stranger wariness on the part of Santa Paws—a wariness that becomes somewhat more acceptable, but it still rings wrong with everything else we are asked to believe about the dog.
On the plus side, Santa Paws does pick up a new companion, a kitten who will figure prominently in his future adventures. It also allows White to stretch her creative muscles as she takes us inside the mind of a kitten—a very different outlook on life than that which we get from Santa Paws.
It is this intimate view that White does best. The animals never speak English to the humans, nor are they able to understand human language in its entirety, but they respond to individual words in ways that every pet owner can identify with.
The Santa Paws series is a good one and every series must have its weak offering. The fact that Santa Paws, Come Home is the weakest entry of the lot in no way detracts from the delightfulness of the rest of the series.