Plumdog
April 3, 2026
Folks, it’s always good to get your paws on a new book.
My folks went off to New York this week and came back with some words of wisdom from Fen, whose mistress Becky suggested Plumdog by Emma Chichester Clark. It’s written for ages seven and up, and since I just turned seven two days ago, it’s sounds good for me.
Goodreads suggests, “A gift that will bring cries of delighted recognition from anyone who has ever owned a dog and, dare one say it, charm the pants off even those who strongly prefer cats.” Any book that raises support for dogs over cats is a good book in my book.
We don’t yet have a copy of this graphic novel, but I’ll keep my eyes open for it. And because the author is English, it should offer a special twist on what to know about English dogs rather than those in the states.
In any case, one point Becky made was that when you leave your dog, he thinks he’ll never see you again. Well, when you leave, you are out of my line of vision, so why worry about that? Same thing happens when a dog walks down the street. I smell him. I see him. I bark at him. And then he’s out of sight, out of my sense of smell and life can go on. Life does go on. [It’s not ALL about you, you know.]
I have to confess, however, when Jen, Archie’s mistress, picked up my folks at the boat the other day, I was head over heels excited to see them. They’d been gone for two whole days; I had a good time hanging out with Archie, but it was great to see my folks again.
[That happens whether my folks go out for 20 minutes or two weeks: I’m ecstatic to see them again, and the leaping and jumping on laps starts all over again.]
It’s a dog’s world.
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