What's your dog really thinking? Is he a philosopher like Enzo? Does he dream of becoming a man? Or is he happy being man's best friend? Share your favorite stories and pictures of your favorite pooch here.
A story from Laura about Bico
posted July 15, 2010
Maybe dogs cannot speak, but they sure can say so many things...
Thanks for an amazing story! (I still cry when I look at the cover of the book...)
A story from Lydia Allain about Fritz
posted June 12, 2010
In his mind Fritz is not a 7lb Pomaranian - he is the fierce protector of the neighbourhood - he marks his territory relentlessly, yet greets everyone in the same happy, loving manner. Be it human or not Fritz loves to make friends. If we could all manage for even only a few minutes each day to live in the moment as he does, the world would be a much happier place. Fritz lives with 4 cats, all bigger than him but that doesn't impact his mojo or his swagger. He manifests efortlessly and consistently. My little hero. I wonder if my dad is in there....that's a happy thought. LOVED the book - thank you.
A story from Linda Henning - Alaska Dog News about Daisy
posted June 9, 2010
A day at the dog park.
By Daisy Great-Grey of Hounds
After attending a meeting for humans we drove to Connor’s Bog in Anchorag. My head nearly snapped off when I saw it. There were dogs everywhere running free! I barked at them from my crate as Linda opened the back hatch on the Explorer. A black and white dog ran up to us, sniffed my crate. He was furry and cute but ran away when his person called him to run into the woods. “ Let me out” I barked, “Let me ooouuut!” What was taking her so long? Linda loaded up herself with a pack and her camera. That blasted camera has to go everywhere. Finally she opened the crate door but “Wait!” she said. The ugly orange head halter slipped over my muzzle. “Why? I was sitting, whhyyy?” No dodging would keep it from covering my head. “Fine! Let me out.” Once I got a load of the smells along the tree line I forgot all about the leash. I sniffed along taking in all the wondrous scents. “Opps! Have that bag ready” I signaled. Now, feeling much better I headed towards the path.
To the left the woods looked interesting but there were two Golden Retrievers on the trail straight ahead that I had to meet. They were older and so were the humans. The humans ran their hands over my stunning self. “Yes, I am gorgeous and tall”. Linda told the story of my life, again. She never gets it all right so I told the retrievers the real story. The humans couldn’t handle the truth. The Goldies said they were glad I have a good life now and trotted off to their homes. We walked a few hundred yards up the trail when turned back. Linda said “Lets go to another park, let’s go”. She let me run ahead dragging the leash and taking pictures of me “ Come on” I whined. “OK, one pose, now come on”.
I turned and stopped dead in my tracks. “Who was that?”
He was tall, lean with jet black wavy hair. He strutted towards me with confidence looking straight into my eyes. My knees buckled as he ran his muzzle along my face and side. His human asked “ Is she new here?” commenting on the head halter. I’d forgotten all about it but I wasn’t listening to the human babble just then. The handsome boy circled me ever so slowly. “Yes” Linda said, “ we usually run in big fields with just our four dogs around. We are visiting the dog parks today”.
His name is “Prince” the lady said. “Of course it is!” I sighed. “ Prince, Prince, it has a nice ring to it. Daisy and Prince, Mrs. Prince”, my head was spinning. Prince made a quick dodge to the left and then the right but I had 6 feet of leash wrapping round my legs. There would be no playing today. Linda said goodbye to Prince’s person and they walked up the trail with out even a glance back. Prince was off to survey his kingdom. I was off to the car.
We visited to two other parks. The South Anchorage Sports Park only had a couple of cars in the parking lot. The only dogs were Golden Retrievers running with their people. Not much to see here.
Back in the car we headed to Russian Jack Springs Park. It was almost 3:00 and the traffic was getting heavier. It took forever with Linda driving in circles hitting every rut and pothole trying to find a way in. Blocked by construction we turned around and headed the other way. Finally we parked by soccer fields. There was only one car in the parking lot. Again Linda put the head halter on me. It was unclear where the off leash area was. Surely these mowed fields are not the dog park. A little Shetland Sheepdog and a man walked up to us. Linda told my life story again. The Shetland glanced at me as I stood 2 feet above him then lowered his eyes in expected subservience. He was dull and uninteresting.
Bored, I scanned the horizon for Prince. I heard voices and saw shadows in the trees. We walked towards the trees when suddenly three German Sheppard Dogs burst from the brush and charged. I held my own and told them this kind of greeting was unacceptable. Shrieks and a whistle sound came from their humans. They were holding another couple of dogs back but I had my attention on the three dogs in front of me.
My hair stood up and again standing as tall as I could I told them to “back off” in my biggest voice. The three turned and ran back to their people. They all scurried out of the park looking back anxiously. Where was Linda? Taking pictures of us. It was best that she not step into this confrontation. “That’s right just get pictures” I thought. “It’s getting late, lets go” Linda said. I’d had enough myself.
The dog parks are fine for occasional visits. It would be better if we brought the rest of the family so I could run with dogs I know and dominate. I think I prefer my big fields and back roads of Knik but I won’t see Prince there. Meeting Prince was kismet, a once in a lifetime moment. I slept all the way home dreaming of running in fields with my Prince. (photos of this visit can be sseen at http://alaskadognews.com/daisysblog.aspx
A story from Linda Henning - Alaska Dog News about Miss Daisy Grey-Dane of Hounds
posted June 3, 2010
Daisy was found; or rather found us on a remote road in Alaska 40 miles from Wasilla. She was almost three feet tall and as we discovered by her ID Microchip, 11 months old and had been with 3 families always returned to the Anchorage Shelter. When her last owner did not want to pay the fee to pick her up at the shelter she came home, joyously with us. She was the inspiration for me to create http://www.alaskadognews.com now a successful dog publication.
A story from Joan about Macy
posted January 11, 2010
Macy, it turns out, is my forever dog. She was my child, since I've come to accept that I won't be having any human children. She understood me more deeply than anyone ever has or probably ever will.
I lost her suddenly a week ago tomorrow and my heart is aching. Grief is grief, and this is profound. She was 8 1/2 years old, so getting up there for a Rottie, but I had hoped to have more time.
I read The Art of Racing In The Rain last August and was deeply moved. I believe that book found me because I needed to be able to reflect on Enzo's philosophy at a time like this.
I know Macy is with me always and that I'll see her again. I think of what Denny probably felt when he lost Enzo after all they'd been through together and it comforts me and lets me know that I'll get through this.
Thank you, Garth, for such a beautiful work.
Joan
A story from Judy about Gina
posted September 22, 2009
My dog Gina, a 6-year old golden, is the light of our lives. She, as with Enzo, shares a part of our thoughts, our happiness, our tragedies. I am convinced she thinks just like Enzo does, we talk to her like a human. I hope she becomes a person in her next life, but in reality, she has a great life as a dog, much better than mine!
Garth, if you read these, please know how much reading your book meant to me. I am grieving the sudden loss of my mother. Your story helped me see the joys that a dog brings, and helps us through the most difficult of times.
Judy
A story from Laura W about Enzo
posted September 21, 2009
Enzo touched our hearts so much that when we brought home our newest little one there was no question of what his name would be. I've attached a picture of our Enzo.
A story from Beth and John about Louie
posted July 1, 2009
This book truly came into our lives when we needed it. My husband and I had previously found a dog, a German Shepard/ Golden Retriever mix alongside the road one evening. He was old and sick. He came into our lives when we did not think we could keep him. However, we did-keep him, that is. His name was Louie, and he changed our lives for the better. When he was diagnosed with cancer, our hearts broke. We had only had him in our lives for less than a year. However, we had read about Enzo and his life, and knew that Louie was going to be in a better place. And we know that someday, somewhere, we are going to meet a person named Louie who is kind and patient, and we will be left wondering...
A story from Barry about Weenie
posted May 8, 2009
Hi Garth,
First, as a HUGE auto racing fan I can tell you reading The Art of Racing in the Rain was like reading my life's interests. We definitely share the same passions: road racing, endurance racing, Formula 1 and Le Mans. Both of my dogs are frequently with me while watching SPEED.
Next, your story was very encouraging as one who gave up on his dreams of one day being a race driver. It seems the need to provide for a family by running a business has gotten in the way. After your book however, I realize that my love for racing is still strong and who knows, maybe some day I will have the time and energy to be affiliated in some way other than a fan.
And lastly, as the owner of a companion of 15 yrs who is near the end of her dog life, I now have an extra bit of empathy for what she is going through.
Thanks for a touching book.
Dr Barry Marks
A story from P.F.
posted May 7, 2009
Dear Garth,
I see your website for The Art of Racing in the Rain is full of dog stories, and I appreciate all those. But I want to share with you how another aspect of your wonderful story touched our lives.
My sweetheart's former wife accused him of molesting their 4-year-old girl. While due process takes weeks and months, he has not seen his daughter in over a year. His heart breaks every day with the outrage of a crazy and unjust situation, money draining away to attorneys and way-too-slow judicial workings.
Your depiction of Denny speaking directly to his accuser, of pleading the heart of a father, enabled my guy to try to work out his differences with his daughter's mother. He saw that those issues were at the source of the problem after all. She has admitted there was no such molestation, and they will begin to seek counseling help to enable them to be good parents. It's nothing short of a miracle.
I can only imagine how putting a sweet piece of fiction out there must surprise the hell out of you when you have to consider the impact a story has.
May you always be delighted as your reward for this book!
A story from Sandy about Sully
posted May 7, 2009
We moved to central Oregon from Colorado after 9/11. It was an emotional move that I now realize was an attempt to capture what we felt was missing in life since there is no guarantee of tomorrow. We have moved a lot so I thought I'd adjust quickly to this move like I had many times before.
Shortly after moving, I realized that this move was different. It not only took me away from our son who was attending his first year at CSU in Ft. Collins, CO but it took me away from long-time friends who were like family and everything else that was familiar to me.
I always try to find the positives in any situation so it took four months to finally admit to myself and to my husband how unhappy I was in our new location.
During this time, our teen aged daughter reminded us that we had promised she could have a dog after we moved. We went to the local humane society and found a border collie who had been deemed lame by the veterinarian because his knee pops out of joint and whose previous owner found him lacking because he wasn't able to herd on the ranch. At first I didn't think I would be able to cope with his curiosity and unending energy. He required a lot of training and most of my new neighbors cringed when they saw Sully and me coming because they knew Sully would jump on them, get their dog all excited and cause general havoc. After about two months, Sully learned what was expected of him and he became much easier to handle although still full of energy. Also during that time, he proved to be a loyal friend to me in my lonliness. There were many days that I knew Sully's presence in my life was not an accident and he was quickly filling a need in my life that wasn't being filled in any other way. Now, 7 years later (Sully is 8 years old) Sully is still a treasured friend. We continue to take long walks in the woods, watch TV together and Sully is the first one to recognize when I am sad and need a buddy. He is a very important part of my life and I look forward to many more years of friendship with him.
Sandy
Colorado
A story from Carol about Harley
posted April 17, 2009
We lost Harley, our beautiful Golden several years ago. To this day I cry for him. This book gave me hope that somewhere in my lifetime our paths could cross again.
Thank you Garth Stein for writing such a beautiful book. It stirred every possible emotion, that I as a human posess. I smiled, I became angry, I laughed, and YES, I cried too. After reading the very beginning, I thought the ending would be about putting Enzo down. But he left this world with dignity, and the final chapter absolutely 'blew me away'. Some stores do, and some don't, have a happy ending. This story DID! And, once again I cried, but they were tears of absolute joy. Once again, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Garth Stein. You are an author who's books I will over and over.
A story from Jill Merlin about My Father
posted April 16, 2009
I wanted to thank you for such a moving, edcuational and wonderfully funny read. As my father, like an old dog turns 70, races with me each Friday in Watsonville, CA 1/4 dirt I constantly remind myself to stay in the present. I know things will change, and I believe.
A story from Grace about Molly
posted April 1, 2009
We got Molly from a rather abusive owner when I was in possibly 2nd? grade and around 7. I'm in 7th grade now. Molly is aging quite gracefully. Sure, she's gotten a little thicker around the edges, and she runs a little slower. And having 3 kids isn't easy. But she still has the same twinkle in her eye, the dash out the front door, and the kisses for her mommy(: She's a smart, cute and funny dog. I wouldn't trade the world for her.
A story from Maria about Gracie
posted March 30, 2009
Gracie passed away on November 3, 2008. She was a good dog and a great friend. I hope one day she comes back as a person.She protected me and saved my life. One day I will see her again. Till them I will keep her in my heart.
A story from Dale Simmons & Leah Jones about Rosco
posted March 26, 2009
Rosco, our 12 yr old black lab went to his final rest recently. My wonderful sister gave me Enzo's story to read the next night. Even through my tears, I realized we had done the right thing. I'm positive that Rosco will return as a man, and I hope to meet him down the road.
A story from Rebecca about skipper
posted March 25, 2009
Skipper was was my childhood dog, a cute mutt we rescued from the pound that was days away from being euthanized.
Whenever I see a white dog with black circles around his eyes, I think of Skipper.
Skipper may not have always had the best manners-he was well known to run off through the neighborhood, overturning trash cans and eating garbage on occassion.
But he was patient and gentle with us kids and our roughhousing. When I went through a tough time in my early teens, sick with thyroid problems, awkward and lonely, he was my best friend. He followed me on long walks through the neighborhood, listened to my complaints with compassionate deep brown eyes, and let me cry into his fur.
Eventually, we had to put him down due to heart problems. He could barely breathe. But I will always feel my heart skip a beat when I see a dog like him. Skipper is the kind and loving type dog I want for my two sons.
A story from Sara J. Henry about Emma
posted March 19, 2009
She was the favorite of the summer kids, the nephew and the exchange students and other people's kids who had nowhere to go, especially the needy and neglected ones, loving to snuggle up next to them, splash through puddles, sleep for hours in the sunshine. Now nearing 13, she still has her happy walk, bouncy like a puppy as she trots toward you carrying a toy, and still cries when happiness when you walk in the door.
Last summer she learned to swim - she watched the other dogs swimming and paced, frustrated, back and forth on the rocks. Once she made up her mind to take the plunge, off she went, unstoppable, determined, all the way to the other side of the river.
And then we found a growth under her tongue, like a little round red ball, and it turned out to be cancerous. The specialist says it will likely spread, and prognosis “guarded.” So I know her days are limited - but I'm hoping she makes it to summer so she can swim to the other side of that river at least one more time.
It has been a splendid life, well lived, full of love given and received.
Would that most people lived so well.
(More about my dogs at http://sarainvermont.blogspot.com)
A story from Shelley Austin about Bullet
posted March 14, 2009
Our 12 year-old Rottweiler "" is the love of our lives. We have had the pleasure of sharing our lives with him since he was only 9 weeks old, and my three children and I love him more than life itself. When we first discussed getting a dog, my youngest child was only three years old. I always loved large breed dogs, but I wasn't thinking "Rottweiler". Bullet came into our lives as a rescue dog, and adopting him was the best decision I have ever made. Our lovely dog possesses a beautiful soul, has the sweetest personality and makes us laugh all the time. My youngest son is now 15, and doesn't remember life without Bullet. Since Bullet is already 12, we're extremely worried about the day that we will have to say goodbye to him and we try to be around him as much as possible these days. Thank goodness, he seems to be in very good health for a senior dog, but we know that the life spans of large dogs is not the same as smaller ones. Every day with Bullet is a gift, and he seems to get sweeter and more adorable with each passing day. After reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain", I sobbed uncontrollably, thinking of my own dog's mortality, but also because the story is a wonderful tale of unconditional love. I really enjoyed the book, and I can't help but wonder whether Bullet has learned about the human condition from living amongst my eccentric yet loving family. My children and I frequently comment to each other that Bullet's eyes hold so much intelligence, and sometimes you can almost forget that he's an animal. Then he goes and does some silly dog thing, and we laugh at ourselves. Still, you can't help but wonder what it is that they're thinking when they look at you expectantly, head cocked, watching for a chance to interact with their human family. Beautiful book, full of insight. Thanks, Garth Stein, for a most enjoyable read.
A story from Cindy Burch about Maggie
posted March 8, 2009
Lately, there seems to be an overwhelming popularity for all things dog. I grew up with dogs, believing all children should have a dog, and don’t trust people who say they don’t like dogs. As a child, I couldn’t watch the fate of Timmy & Lassie on Sunday nights, without crying. I still haven’t read or seen Marley & Me for that same reason. I tend to be more of a big dog person and don’t really get the whole designer dog thing, but to each his own. I guess it goes back to when I was a little girl. The only dog I never got along with was my mom’s toy poodle. Her name was Crème Puff and she would ride in the car lying across my mother’s shoulders like an old mink stole. Her toenails were always painted Pepto Bismol pink, with matching bows, and I remember she wore silly pink diapers on certain days of the month. That dog hated me. I was an only child, and I guess it felt like it had to compete for my mom’s attention.
Today it seems as though dogs are more popular than ever. I mean, who doesn’t watch the Animal Planet? “Cesar” is no longer just a salad. Even sidewalk cafes in Dallas are allowing dogs to dine outside with their masters. How French is that? American researchers have discovered that owning a dog can significantly reduce stress, lower blood pressure, and fight depression. Our new president and first family are putting in significant time and resources to find the right dog for the White House. Americans are obsessed with buying clothes, accessories and toys for their canine cuties. Several hotel chains have announced new pet-friendly policies that range from oversized pet pillows to check-in gift packages that include a pet toy, dog treats, ID tag, and turn down service. Some even have a licensed dog masseuse on staff.
We never got around to having children so our Rottweiler has been our kid for the past twelve years. My husband, Andrew, found her dodging traffic on a busy Waxahachie street when she couldn’t have been more than a couple of months old. Of course she doesn’t know she’s a Rottweiler. Their breed unfairly gets a bad rap. There really aren’t bad dogs, just bad owners. Any animal that is neglected, abused, or chained to a tree is bound to develop behavioral disorders. That is certainly not the case with our rottie, Maggie. She lives in a loft and sleeps on a king size duvet. She never turns down a good squirrel chase, loves to play tug of war, and thinks monsters live in the coat closet. Sometimes she walks downstairs and hangs out in my office. I think she just likes to hear people gasp when they see a screen door is the only thing between them and her. Maggie’s muzzle is turning gray and both her knees have been operated on, but she still has a puppy spirit inside her aging body. We are so grateful she found us, and can’t imagine life without her.
I recently read a wonderful book about a dog’s life, written from a dog's perspective. It is titled The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein. As I said before, I normally shy away from books I know will make me cry, but then what good is a book that can't make you feel intense emotions? In the book, Enzo knows he is different from other dogs: a philosopher with a nearly human soul (and an obsession with opposable thumbs). He has educated himself by watching television everyday, and by listening very closely to the words of his master, Denny Swift, an up-and-coming race car driver. As I read this best selling novel, all the emotions of losing a dog welled up inside me—in a good way. The book will change the way you look at your dog, and the way you look at life. I highly recommend it.
I truly love dogs and believe when they die, dogs go to heaven. They are the salt of the earth and the best among us--a reflection of God’s unconditional love. They are faithful and true to the last beat of their heart. A quote by an unknown author says it best: “If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,
if you can face the world without lies and deceit, if you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics, then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.”
If only we could all be the person our dog thinks we are.
A story from Kate about Bullette
posted March 3, 2009
Thanks a million for your book. As a life long dog lover, and an owner of a "mobil dog groomng business"....it's true they all think like Enzo!
I'm very blessed to have my dog "Bullette" & to share my customers dog's daily!!
A story from valentin about enzo
posted February 24, 2009
my dog was named after the great comendatore. cars, gasoline and speed are part of my live. But the thoght of meeting my enzo in the future is the best thing it could happend to me. Only us, can understand this book. thanks for such a great time.
A story from Theresa Tregaskis about Dorsey
posted February 19, 2009
I loved your book The Art of Racing in The Rain. It was so wonderful and so touching. I couldn't put it down and when I was done with it, I was hoping there was more.
Our pets are an important part of our lives and I can say I don't know what I would do without mine. They show unconditional love and are always there for me.
Thank you again. This has become on my very favorite books.
A story from Peter about Enzo (Majorca)
posted February 9, 2009
My Enzo spends a lot of his time racing in the rain. He is very poorly attached to the Earth and spends much of his time suspended above it. Watch this video if you want to see more of Enzo and his problems with both water and gravity. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smLPxDxzfjs
A story from Lorna Felske about Woody
posted February 8, 2009
Thank you Garth for such an amazing book. We've always had dogs and always talked to them as if they understood but now even more so. I'm sure Woody's understanding everything we say and I've noticed I'm explaining things to him in more detail now!
You wrote such a beautiful, tender story and from and from such a unique perspective and I felt Enzo's frustration so much it almost hurt.
Thank you once again. I've read so many books but none have ever made me "feel" so many emotions. Beautifully done.
A story from Sput about Thunderbolt
posted January 27, 2009
Thunderbolt, now up in years, has so many Enzo-esque qualities. A great story with so much realism. Wow.
It was great to meet Garth at this year's 24 Hours at Daytona and have Jakob's book signed.
Thanks Garth!
A story from Wally Ballard about Slick willie
posted January 13, 2009
I built my first race car when I was in high school, spent time in NC bouncing around trying to make racing m life.
After I left that and returned for a job, career and a life I found Slick.
Everyone always said he a smile on his face.
He lived to be 15 and brought a lot joy to many people.
A story from Julie about Mandy
posted January 11, 2009
We adopted Mandy this summer and we are still getting to know her. She is a small, black lab. I started reading the book, The Art..., and was really enjoying it. I had just gotten to the part about the demon zebra. Good thing. When I came home from work my husband said he had something to share with me. He showed me a large hole in our closet that Mandy had dug and or chewed through. She had never chewed or dug ANYTHING in our house before. I knew that the demon zebra had gotten her. I lectured her and I could tell from her gestures that she understood. I am glad that Enzo had clued me into Mandy's behaviors!
A story from Marilyn Kagan about Wendy,Shana,Daisy,Sofi
posted January 9, 2009
How self involved and self important am I? Thought I was so smart, so clever.. thought i found this amazing story and no one else had heard of it yet..Ha! how naive..if Iwas so touched by it, if I am compelled to write my first letter to an author and I'm 50, if I was so touched and moved by Enzo, Denny, the wisdom and insight that poured off these pages, then what makes me so special?..of course others have embraced this novel and have been as moved as I was.Thank you Garth. I have so many stories to tell of all my deepest love affairs I''ve had with my dogs over the past 40 years.Through pains and heartaches that come with making it through adloescence to mid life, my pups would look at me with their all knowing and loving gaze and help soften the blows. Now I can wonder if I might meet them again some day or if perhaps we've already reconnected...a hopeful and peaceful thought. Thanks again for the lush and stirring experience..But do me a favor.. there needs to be a warning on the cover...If you are a therapist..do not read above mentioned book before a patient comes in for psychotherapy.. for you will be rendered speechless and full of feelings that are too hard to be contained and patient will not know what to make of therapist red eyes and large bulbous cried out nose!!!
A story from Becky about Lily
posted January 6, 2009
I'm not typically someone who can read books about animals - they make me cry too much. Something about the story line in this book spoke to me, and I knew I HAD to read it. Although I did cry at different parts, it was a GOOD cry. I have always known that animals, and especially dogs, have souls. This wonderful book brought that all home! My dog Lily is a Belgian Sheepdog mix - almost 13 years old. She is my heart and soul. I know I have spent more time with her than we have left together, but I also know that she will ALWAYS be with me. I've given copies of this book to several people for Christmas, and recommended it to many more. Thank you, Garth, for this wonderful story!!
A story from Angie about Molly
posted January 3, 2009
When I met my husband, he had a cute little scottish terrier named Molly. She was his dog for sure. There was a competition between the two of us. She would give me the evil eye when she would climb up in his lap and I would do the same over his shoulder as I was hugging him. Eventually we learned to co-exist and became sort of friends. When he was gone at night, she would sleep in the bedroom with me and keep guard over the house. Then one Christmas she suddenly became very ill. She was unable to control her bladder and refused to get close to the family. Knowing that she was very sick, I agreed that I would be the one to take her to the vet, as my husband didn't think he could handle it. Unfortunately, it was not a round trip. I was there with her as she took her last breath, holding her head and looking into her eyes. That was the hardest thing I have ever had to do and I still miss her to this day. We have a new dog, now. One that is both of ours. But she can never take the special place that Molly has in my heart.
A story from Richard about Murphy
posted January 2, 2009
A story from Stuart Silverman about teddy
posted January 2, 2009
Teddy was a lhasa Apso. he was the most wonderful dog I ever had ,or should I say he had me . His life was cut short due to his abuse (he was a rescue).I truly believe, that there is so much more than what was can see and feel on this plane of existence. When I would look into his eyes ,I knew this ..... Dogs are very spiritual beings and their existence is brought about by Gods love for us. He, like Enzo's last days came by very suddenly,and in a few days he was gone .I was crushed by his passing. The night he went to the Rainbow Bridge I was beside myself and typed in Lhasa Apso on the computer and a breeder came up selling a dog named Teddy ....????Believe me I was NEVER going to get another dog ,but was this a sign??? Well we went to see him and out of a litter of five pups, he comes running to me and almost jumps into my arms The similarities between him, and Teddy (appearance and demeanor )are truly uncanny. He even scratches himself on the side of the SAME table and the same ear infection ??? It amazes me, that two years after his death, how this single solitary life effected me so . I am expecting to see him again in his human form, or at the Rainbow Bridge. I do know that the love and bond we shared can not be diminished by death ,time ,or space Oh, by the way we now have two Lhasas , Eddy as we call him , and his wonderful sister Lucy. This book was to me, a triumph and brought back many memories of Teddy and I .Garth Stein wrote a gem. Wonderful ,simply Wonderful. THANK YOU MR.STEIN
A story from Judy about Dixie
posted December 28, 2008
Our beloved and "naughty" 12 yr. old lab passed away 2 yrs. ago this mo. She had arthritis and, although she used to sleep at the foot of my bed nightly, she hadn't done so in a year or so because it hurt her to jump up.
Strangely, for the two nights before she died she managed to jump on the bed and slept at my feet as she had years before. The night after she died, I heard scratching at the deck door, woke up,got out of bed to "let her in." Of course, no one was there. This happened 2 nights in a row.
A story from Jennifer about Casey, Cinnamon, Hana
posted December 26, 2008
I have always had dogs in my life and know how much they bring to you. After losing our black lab at the age of 15, I thought I would never get another dog. I ended up adopting a rescue from Labs 4 rescue and she is a joy. I read The Art of Racing in the Rain on vacation and cried at the pool! This is the only book in a long time that I have told people to read. When I am asked what is a good book, this is the only one that I can recommend with no reservations. I try to live my life now realizing "the car goes where the eyes go" Thank you Garth and Enzo!!!!
A story from George Kline about HEMI and MAGNUM
posted December 14, 2008
Great Story. Great story. Our two dogs are very similar. For the last 7 years I have been a racer in the Skip Barber Series. After a race at Watkins Glen this past Spring I went to my doctor for my annual checkup (and to pass my drivers Physical) and was quickly diagnosed with Cancer. I never saw it coming. I did sense a lack of focus though. My dogs seemed to change their whole demeanor almost immediatly. They hovered, and never seemed to leave my side.
After my LAST (thank God) surgery, I came home to recuperate and the dogs never left me alone. Even at night, they seemed to position themselves just right so they could keep an eye on me.
The day the visiting Nurse came to remove the surgical staples, they remained close. As the final staple was being removed the nurse had great trouble, as the staple had been bent on install. The nurse informed me thath this was going to be painful. IT WAS! As I began to show pain, Our Dog pushed his way between the nurse and ME. He made no sound other than to let BOTH of us know, he was there. As I calmed down, he seemed to be asking me if I was OK, or did he need to take out the nurse.
Great dog stories are almost too great to count. I have always had dogs and I always felt their human qualities. Maybe thats why we have some exceptional humans amoung us.
A story from Tamira Martel about Belle & Bugsy
posted December 9, 2008
This story is not about my dogs, but about the most amazing dog I have ever seen. Today while watching the news I saw a video of two dogs on a highway in Chile. One had been mortally hit by a passing car and another dog risked life and limb to maneuver through the traffic and drag the wounded dog from the road. I thought this dog is amazing and then instantly I thought about your book and knew this dog is on a higher plain, this dog could be the real Enzo. You can check out the amazing video yourself at You Tube and type in "Dog Hero Chile". A word of caution it is a graphic scene yet so touching.
A story from Jill about Wrigley
posted December 9, 2008
I think of your book almost every day, and I know I connect with my Wrig-doggie even better having known Enzo. We got Wrigley off a "Free Dog" poster posted at the pet store. We had gone to the store because my son, Ian wanted an iguana (really, really bad). When we found out that they grow to be 5 feet long even Ian knew it wasn't gonna happen. I took the poster off the wall to sooth my son as it offered a bit of hope. My husband had told us many many times we couldn't have a dog, didn't have the space, didn't want the fur. My son and I thought there could be no harm in going to visit, see if we even liked the dog. Well, we loved him from the first. Wise, beautiful, magestic though small in stature. He was found by the people who were offering him, they didn't know his breed or age. They named him Wrigley as they were from Chicago, but they were having their first baby and he required too much work. But he was perfect for us, 35 pounds, short hair with beautiful eyes and the softest ears ever. We left him to go home and convince my husband.
We brought my husband and my dad (who lived with us for a few years as a landing pad while traveling) back to Wrigley to see if they loved him as much as Ian and I did. Of course they fell in love too. Before that day, we didn't even know we really wanted a dog, and through this pet shop coincidence we have a wonderful companion who has made such a difference in all our lives. He taught me how to speak positively and with encouragement, and love. My son is an only child, and Wrigley has been a great companion to him, sleeping at his side and letting Ian love him. My husband, who didn't want a dog, loves this one to pieces and lets him sleep on the bed with him. My dad is the one who is bonded like a brother to Wrigley. These two old guys have a language and a friendship that's wonderful to see.
Wrigley has always been a wonderful communicator, never barking in the house but always able to tell us what he needs. And he can tell what we mean and how we feel even when we don't speak. He stands beside you until you realize he wants you to pet him, and if you still don't get the hint he will walk under your hand in a circle and make you pet him. He loves nothing more than to escape from the back yard and run like the wind, ears flapping. We used to chase after him but we don't anymore. He let us know that he just needs to get out and do what he was made to do from time to time-run. And he always returns, ready for sleep, with a gleam in his eye and what looks like a wry grin on his face.
It's for my dad that I bought this book, because it reminded me of his relationship with our dog. But I told him he couldn't have it until I was done with it :) I am so grateful to you for this story. Wrigley is 12 at best guess, maybe more, we've had him for 8 wonderful years. But I have for a few years been wondering how long he'll be here, and I was beginning to worry. Then I read Marley and Me and I wondered if I would be like Grogan, with the dog medications to prolong his life long past Wrigley's ability to enjoy life. I wondered if we should get a puppy to keep Wrigley young. Now I know that's not what he wants, he wants us to himself. I know I'll have the courage to let him go and not keep him lingering for my comfort. He will live on in all of us through the lessons he's taught and the memories he gave us. I look forward to the possibility of meeting the lucky person who gets Wrigley's soul when the time comes. Thanks for that, Garth. You are a gifted communicator and a magnificent story teller.
A story from Tamara about Grizzly and Mazie
posted December 7, 2008
Garth you have written an amazing book, I have found myself many times putting the book down to wipe my eyes from the tears. It reminds me of our laborador's. Grizzly passed several years ago and my family and I find ourselves still talking about her frequently, she was brillant, the smartest dog we have ever owned. Mazie her daughter is a close second. Thank you for such a wonderful book.
A story from Ramiro Diaz about Coku
posted November 24, 2008
I JUST CAN SAY: THANKS, GARTH. THIS IS A GIFT FOR THE WHOLE LIFE.
A story from scott about wedge
posted November 19, 2008
It is funny how certain things parallel each other at the right times in life. I was walking through a book store, trying to find a book for my girlfriend. I am not much of a reader, and really had no clue of what book to get her. She and I both are dog lovers. I saw Enzo on the cover, it was like he jumped up and barked. I had no clue about the book, but bought it for her. She had come into my life because of my Dog. He loved her from the start. Accepting her, unlike any other, without hesitation. He and his son, are Harlequin Great Danes. Pure character dogs. But Wedge can talk. If he wants to go out he will grab your hand in his mouth, walk you to the door, and put it on the door knob. Then look you right in the eyes, then at the door knob, then back in your eyes again. Having never taught him this, I always thought this was amazing. Turns out I was missing a lot more.
I picked him out at 45 mins old. There was no decision. There was no second guessing my choice. He was born for me, there was no coinsidence. At one year old, with very little training I could literally think a command and he would do it. Every injury he would sustain, within two weeks I would too. And vice a versa. This is a truth that has been consistent through out his entire life. They were not always for the same reason, but they were the same pains. He is now eleven. When my girlfriend came along he stepped up his ability to communicate. She is very intuative, as is he. They have now gotten to the point where he can look into her eyes and gesture towards what he wants. I mean anything. If he wants fresh water, or a blanket, or a walk, or to potty, or TV or food, or jerky, or treats of different varieties, the list is endless. He has deep blue eyes that seem to have a voice of their own. He will literally nod if the answer is yes. He will look at me with dis-approval if I am being a jack ass. I always have joked that he was a human zipped up in a dog suit.
He now has very bad arthritus in his back. Which over the last six months has gotten worse. (I of course within this time have contracted a psiatic nerve problem in my lower back.) He is a very proud dog. The two do not mix. But he troops on.
He has the job of raising his son, Goose. This job has given him a new lease on life. My girlfriend has since moved on. But Wedge, Goose and I remain. She comes to visit from time to time. He, as he always has, reacts to her like no other. It is not a reaction of excitement, more of contentment, fulfillment, when she arrives. It is funny, the friendship and respect they have for each other. They both are my greatest teachers in life. They both have all of my respect. They both have all of my heart.
Thank you (Garth) for helping me understand how lucky I am. Thank you (Garth) for helping me realize that when it is his time to go that he will pass to another plane and finally feel pain free and young again. As my now ex-girlfriend has so many times tried to convince me he will feel. She has always known this. (she is much stronger than me) I have always wanted only his comfort. But I have always, until now, had selfish thoughts as well. I have told him for the last year I need him. Please stay. I will no longer ask that of him. I will tell him that he has been the most influincial part of my life to date, my most loyal friend, my protector, my family. I will tell him when he feels that it is time to be young again that he should go. He has earned the right to run with his father, he has earned the right to be a man. I am without regret, as I know he is. I am a better man because of him. I will carry his lessons to my death bed along side his memory. A memory I would not trade for any price.
I believe, that certain dogs out there do have a soul. I believe they will become human. They are the salt of the earth. The best among us. As they are a reflection of God. I believe it to be no coinsodece that there species is named after the almighty, it is just spelled backwards.
Thank you Garth Stein.
A story from Cathy about Brownie
posted November 19, 2008
I always said from the first time I saw Brownie that he was a person, not a dog. He LOVED to watch TV, Funniest Home Videos was his favorite. He would get offended if another dog tried to play with him, he wasn't a dog, were they crazy?! Brownie had the gentlest soul I have ever encountered. He loved flowers, first he would smell it, tehn gently close his mouth on it, just to see how it tasted, then he would let go, never hurting a petal. We lost Brownie last October to a sudden illness. He left such a hole in our lives, in July we went to an animal shelter and came home with Morgan, who is not as gentle, but a lot of fun. I know Brownie was ready to come back as a man.
A story from Garen about Abwi
posted November 18, 2008
Abwi is a Japanese ina-shibu. Everyday he acts very cool and lonely. He doesn't eat much and is often firghtened. Very sensitive. Not as brave as Enzo. And Abwi lives in the mountains. One time he fell into an empty swimming pool. Far from Enzo. But again, they're dog with different personalities.
A story from Jamie about Pujenzo
posted November 14, 2008
My boyfriend picked this book out for me to read, because he knew i loved Marley and Me. I instantly fell in love with this book, and fully experienced every moment of this wonderfully written story. It was especially significant for me considering my dog has a similar name: Pujenzo. I always felt like my dog had human expressions and characteristics ... after reading this book, i look at him and i really wonder what hes thinking sometimes ...i recommend this book to everyone and they hand it back to me within two days because they couldnt put it down!I cant wait to read it again :)
A story from Linnea about Pujenzo
posted November 14, 2008
The Art of Racing in the Rain moved me deeply! I've thought of this book almost every day since finishing it 3 months ago on a trip to Italy. I still get chills thinking about it! Thank you, Garth, for producing such an incredibly well written book...it truly is a gift to all us dog lovers! I always thpught my Pujenzo was very special, but I'll never look at him the same way again!
A story from Monique about Ressaca (Undertow)
posted November 12, 2008
My best friend and me had to separete, because now I live in another continent, and my father ask me please to not bring Ressaca here. I cry a lot every time a have to say goodbye to him. We spend to much years and things together.
One day I sent to my family some presents by mail. And my father told me that my dog was going crazy with the smell of a jacket that I use and sent to my sister in that box. None find that jacket anymore. He take that and hide in to the garden... Were only him could smell it and (i think) wait for me.
A story from Teresa about Madeline Beagle
posted November 11, 2008
My best (human- girl) friend gave me this book for my 45th birthday. she told me if I loved "Marley and Me" , I'd love this book better!(wow was she right)
I am the bestgirl friend of Madeline Beagle. She has been with my family for 13 and counting years. I am reading this book, and typing this now with her sleeping at my feet. I cannot beleive how fast 13 years went by. What will I ever do without her ? Who will my spouse walk with? Madeline's hero is my spouse. I am her best friend , and Bill (the spouse) is her hero.
The kids , I think Madeline just tolerates. She is a 91 year old lady right now, reminds me of my Grammi. A cranky old lady , who I will miss with all my heart, but I will enjoy now, every minute I can.
Teresa , westfield ma
A story from Nacho about Kojak
posted November 10, 2008
I've read many books that I really enjoyed, but I've never been actually moved by a book as with yours. It's a tribute to all the "Enzo"s in our homes.
This is a wonderful story that should be taken to the silver screen, I hope one day there's a movie producer out there that finds this great book and uses it as a script.
A story from Rick Bergholz about Maggie
posted November 4, 2008
My wife and I just returned to the San Diego area from Infineon Raceway near Sonoma, CA where I was teaching High Performance Driving Training with the BMW Club. The first day it rained very hard and the track was awash with water and mud. Still, we drove with students and I often emphasized what Enzo and Denny pointed out,"fast speed, slow hands; slow speed, fast hands." Visiting the track store, my wife found your book and we bought three that you had signed when you visited here the previous week. These would be for special friends, of course. She also got a few lapel pins with Enzo's picture, one of which I wore to the voting place today. When asked the meaning of the pin, I said, "you will have to read the book!" By the way, Maggie is a yellow lab and could easily be Enzo's sister.
A story from Sue about loco
posted October 30, 2008
My son's dog loco died on the 17th of October at 11 years. He got suddenly sick and was gone that day. My son was alone at the vets (I live 800 miles away) and I doubly grieved, for loco who was loyal and true during difficult times in mu son's life, and for my son, who had to be alone. My husband brought me this wonderful book, which I loved. Although I cried throughout reading it, I felt refreshed and renewed because I read it. I think of Loco, and my old dog Pirate running the wide high plains of Tibet on their journeys towards reincarnation and smile.
A story from John about Mickey
posted October 28, 2008
I was given your book last month by a friend. I lost my beloved companion, Mickey, on New Years Eve. I was reading another book and I had some work travel coming up so I thought I would wait and read it on the trip. First of all, I am on a plane to SEATTLE and I start to read this book. Second, I believe that they "know", that they want to talk to us, that they have souls. They are Gods creatures, "great and small". I was blown away by this book. I had to stop reading on the plane because I didn't want to freak anyone out by seeing a grown man cry out loud. I finished in at my hotel when I got to Seattle. I cried tears of sadness, joy and extreme gratitude. I know I will see Mickey, who was predeceased by his big sister Lucy, I know I will see them again. In the meantime, I will enjoy my Yogi who I leave the TV on all day while I'm at work. He likes Animal Planet and ESPN. Thank you so much for this amazing work. Two opposable thumbs up!! BTW, they are all Goldens.
A story from Lori Clemmons about Tango
posted October 17, 2008
I just finished reading this amazing story about Enzo and it touched my heart like no other book I've ever read! After crying my eyes out, I finished reading the last chapter - an ending fit for Enzo!! My blak lab,Tango, was everything to me. I had him 15 years and he was so much like Enzo. He loved life and lived it to the fullest! I will recommend this book (and already have) to everyone I know! Thank you, Garth, it's a Best Seller for sure!
A story from Erin and James about Jack
posted October 17, 2008
My parents had gone a book signing with Garth Stein (they moved to the Seattle area 4 years ago). My dad gave me the book and told me I had to read the story right away as the book remind him of his granddoggy, Jack. We rescued Jack from Sacramento in February form a sancuary up there. Jack is a 9 year old lab/golden retriever mix and is the love of our lives. After reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain" I understood Jack so much better now. I make sure I talk to him everyday and tell him that I love him so when it is his time to go, he will know he is loved.
A story from Liz about Sally
posted October 12, 2008
This book touched me more then any other. My dog Sally was a huge part of my life. She went everywhere with me and was there for me though it all. I miss her. She is in my heart.
This book is amazing, the story grabs you on page one and I could not put it down. Even if you have never had a pet you will enjoy this novel. You might just go adopt a dog after reading. Enjoy every word. Embrace it all.
A story from Madison about Jack
posted October 9, 2008
Jack died last year. He was eight, and died from a mass cell tumor in his groin. Just like Enzo, Jack was one of a kind, and I thought that he was almost human...the way that he looked at me when I was sad with the most understanding eyes, and the way he cocked his head when I said, "ROCKY?", which was his best friends name (who was of course a dog). In the weeks before his death, Jack wouldnt eat, drink, and wasnt himslef. My family and I selfishly wanted to keep him alive, but since we wanted what was best for him, we put him to sleep. As he was being put down, I heald him until the moment his heart stopped beating. Just like Denny did, I said, "Jack, its ok baby, its your time to go." Now, almost a year after Jack's death, the book The Art of Racing in the Rain, has givin me closure, that it in fact WAS the right thing to let him go. Thank you Garth Stein.
A story from Cheryl about Sissy
posted October 6, 2008
I was not quite sure how I could make it through this wonderful novel after just losing my Sissy last week. But, I did - with lots of tears and realizations. And now, I am so glad to have read Enzo's story. It was healing in a sense. I will never forget it!
A story from Veronica about Gabe, Goldie, Coco, and many others
posted October 3, 2008
I just finished listening to this story and I loved it so much. My husband comes in hugging me because I am crying so hard. I truly loved this book. I have had dogs all my life and they have always held special places in my heart. When I got married 6 years ago we got 2 cats, but I couldn't live without a dog. I would cry to go to my moms because they had the smartest dog in the world named Gabe. He was my dads best friend and my brother :). He died last year and it left a big hole in all of our hearts, dad still misses him each day. About 4 years ago my husband came home and said you want a dog and I thought he was teasing but we went, looked and I came home with the runt of the litter and Goldie became the boss of the house, she is my baby girl. I am hers, she owns me. Then about 2 years ago we got Coco. We went to the pound and here was this doberman that had been kinda deserted We brought her home and she was so scared of my husband and my oldest son. But me, she has never been afraid of. Whoever had her before was mean to her. She has also claimed me, I am her pet. :)
A story from Profoundly Sad about Sierra
posted September 24, 2008
I read Enzo's story shortly before I discovered two lumps in my Sierra's neck. She was just 7. We brought into our home two days after 9-11 to ease some of the pain and sadness of the tragedy. She was a Golden angel--the giver of perfect love. Enzo helped me say goodbye to her. Enzo helped me tell her it was OK to leave and that I could do it without her. Enzo also left me open to the possibility that I might see her love shine in the eyes of someone, some person, someday. Just a few days ago, my son's friend's family brought home their two tiny premature babies--one named Sierra. I saw her picture, she is an angel. Thanks for the hope Enzo.
A story from Angelica Whitefeather about Nemo and Rama
posted September 16, 2008
I have two different friends who have two separate small dogs, one is Nemo, and the other is Rama.
I take care of them from time to time, walking them, feeding them and/or visiting and playing with them when their humans are away from home.
Although I have always been a cat person, having Nemo and Rama in my life has opened up a new landscape in my interior life.
I love these playful critters, and believe that they can not only understand what I am saying, but also what I am thinking.
"The Art of Racing in the Rain" is one of many books that I have started to read recently about dogs. This book took hold of my soul. It is beautiful.
Thank you Mr. Stein for this exquisitely written book.
A story from Paul about Annie
posted September 16, 2008
In a few minutes, I have to leave to take our dog, Annie, to the Vets. She has been the most wonderful,loving, and somewhat Enzo-like dog, who I am sure understands us.
She is almost 10yrs. and underwent surgery a little over a month ago. They found a aggressive form of cancer inside, and we have been lucky to have her another 6 weeks. But now we now she is suffering, and God has a place for all the Enzo and Annie's of this world, That I am sure of.
Thank you Garth for writing such an incredibly insightful book that made it easier for my wife and I to accept her passing on.
Paul
A story from Laura about Remy
posted September 15, 2008
What an amazing book! I starting reading it while my husband and I were at the Vintage Event in Watkins Glen this past weekend, how ironic! As a dog lover, a race fan, and someone who just lost a friend to brain cancer this past year I was deeply and personaly touched by Enzo and Denny's story. As I read with my Greater Swiss Mountain Dog, Remy at my feet, I couldn't help but hope that he feels the same way about my husband and I as Enzo felt about Denny, Eve and Zoe. As Enzo said "People, like dogs, love repetition" I can't wait to read it again. Thank you Garth!
A story from Janine M. Smalley about Bailey
posted September 12, 2008
Bailey came into my life 12 years ago when she was abandoned in a parking lot at 2 days old. She has been with me through the birth of 2 children and a divorce. Bailey has been the one constant in my life always there always listening and always my best friend. I am so thankful that she is in my life and that my children who are now 8 and 10 have been able to grow up with her.
A story from Anna about Lucy
posted September 10, 2008
I had requested a "hold" on this book at my local library back in May (08), but just got it last night. Although I haven't finished reading it, I came to a realization because of Enzo. I am a divorced mom with an only child, my son, John. Up until 6 years ago, it was just John and I living in the house-then Lucy joined us. She was 15 months old and needed a home immediately. I had never had a dog, but took her in. She has been "my daughter" ever since. I overprotect her and cater to her every need-because I needed her as much as she needed me. My son, on the other hand was indifferent towards her-she was no different than a pillow on the couch-somewhat of a nuissance-to him. BUT-oh how she loved him and wanted his attention and got so excited when he came home after school. Well, my son graduated in May and left for college 8-23-08. Now it is just Lucy and I in a clean, quiet house. Both of us at odds with my son's absence and feeling the void. Here is where Enzo comes in. I noticed Lucy follows me EVERYWHERE (she pretty much always did) but now, even if she is sound asleep she will jump up if i leave her sight. She whines at the basement door when I leave for work in the morning-before she just ran back to her recliner, knowing John would soon be out of bed to get ready for school. Lucy follows me downstairs to the shower and sits by the shower door until I'm finished-she NEVER did that before. She misses him-he never gave her the time of day-but his presence was there and that mattered to her. Is this me? the mom? Who feels the same way and realizes it through the eyes of the dog? OF COURSE! Well. 2 weeks after John left for college, I cleaned up his room. Picked up the clutter, made the bed(for once) and shut his ever-open closet door. 9 pairs of running shoes were no longer on the floor (you could see the floor!) and the room was tidy and very different. The smell of tennis shoes left the air and the room was ready for overnight relatives and of course John when he visited home. Well he came home last weekend and threw a fit-he was not pleased or impressed, but felt I wiped him out of his "home" and was devastated. I didn't throw anything away-just put it in it's place-or a box for storage. I did the wrong thing-I wounded my son. I missed his absence, his boyhood and then destroyed the memory. That was not my intention-but it was what i did in his eyes and in Lucy's. She told me so this morning. That is why she has felt so insecure and thinks he is never coming back and I am the next to leave. I am so sad-I will go home tonight, bring up a pair or two of stinky basketball shoes. throw them on John's bedroom floor, swing open the closet doors, unmake the bed, pull some dresser droors open and leave it. Leave John in the house where I can go to miss him-and remember my little boy. Lucy will maybe understand that he is not gone forever and i will understand what Lucy was trying to tell me all along. Thanks Enzo.
A story from Paul about Rhett
posted September 8, 2008
Just wanted to let you know what a great job you did telling Enzo's story. I can relate a little. My best friend Rhett was the most courageous being I have ever known. Before, during and after two back surguries and having a tumor removed, he always was upbeat and happy. We lost him 6 months ago. I'll never forget him. He loved riding with me as Enzo did with Denny. Thanks!
A story from Lette about Ginger & Hunter
posted September 8, 2008
This book touched me to my very core. As a racer and a dog lover I was immediatley drawn to this book by the title alone. Ginger was an amazing companion to me for 14 years. I true alpha girl. She was big for a Golden Retriever bitch but I didn't care. Anyone who has a dog knows the true meaning of unconditional love and the unspoken langauge between dog and human. The day I lost Ginger there was a hole in my heart and my home. I had lost my mother only months before and Ginger had been there for me all the way. That was 7 years ago and I never thought I would feel that way again about a dog but Hunter (a 7 1/2 yr old Golden) bounded into my life last February. Again, not your typical Golden, he's huge but quiet and full of more love an expressions. He's a nut and I love him to pieces!I think Ginger sent him to find me when she had to leave and I am a better person for it.
It took my only 6 hours to read your book and it's 10 hours later and I still can't stop the tears.
A story from Anne
posted September 6, 2008
I don't read novels - but my sister got me this one and from the first page, I was hooked. I have about 500 non-fiction books about animals in my library and one novel. This one. Thank you so much for Enzo.
A story from Janis Price about Tove
posted September 4, 2008
Tove (pronounced Too-vey) is the first dog I have lived with who loves to watch TV. She is loving and devoted. I am always very careful what I say around her and have always believed she understood most of what we say. After reading The Art of Racing in the Rain I'm convinced of it!
A story from Racing Yoda about Lyle (big Standard Poodle)
posted September 2, 2008
Racing and dogs have been integral parts of my life for many years. I hope (and believe) that my dog(s)have been as wise and understanding as Enzo.
Garth Stein gets the racing stuff right (dead on) and the philosophy rings so true to one who has raced for 45+ years and lived for 66.
I'm a racing coach and instructor, and I recommend "The Art" to all my drivers.
The story sweeps you along the way life does. The ending makes life what it should be.....tough, fair and ultimately rewarding.
Thanks Enzo.
A story from Tracy McCloskey
posted September 2, 2008
I bought this book in Starbucks while on holiday in Florida earlier this year. When we returned we had two weeks with our beloved black lab Barker before old age and the dreaded big C got the better of him and we had to have him laid to rest on my birthday in June (somehow if felt the right day!). He went peacefully in the garden in the shade of the sun with his head in my lap and I swear he knew it was his time as he spent the afternoon with us instead of sleeping and then laid himself down without fuss when the vet arrived.
I have just finished this book and cannot stop the tears. It is wonderfully written, very thought provoking and reminds us all we have so much we can learn. Anyone who has a beloved four legged friend will relate to the many traits Enzo displays and will know they are not just dogs, they are our best friends, companions and the mirrors to our souls. Thank you Mr Stein for a truly wonderful book.
A story from Jesse about Wrinkle & Wrangler
posted August 30, 2008
I am a notorious slow reader, but I had this book read in two days. I couldn't put it down. When I finished it I was quite a site. My lab Wrangler is 12 years old and his age shows. I have always thought that his eyes were wise, and that he always understood exactly what I was saying when i talked to him. Wrinkle was our 15 year old Dachsund. My husbands companion since he was teenager. She also possesed knowledge in her big brown eyes and she was a light in our life, and the darkness still remains. she has been gone for six months now. she will always be missed.
Enzo's wisdom will stay with me forever. I am giving this book to all my friends and family to read. It truley is a brilliant book. Thank you!
A story from patricia Stigall about julie and maggie
posted August 29, 2008
our 2 labs julie and maggie are such an ntegral part of our lives and i have always believed there is a very high level of empathy and understanding between thedogs and my husband and myself. This book is fantastic and i certainly hope it gets all the success it so richly deserves. I am agreat reader and have recommended this book to friends and family. Life is great!!!
A story from Carly about Kona
posted August 29, 2008
Thank you for this book it touched my heart in so many ways. I couldn't help but smile as I read it and Cry at points. I fell in Love with Enzo. I hope anyone that has a relationship with there dog reads this book and falls in love the way I did.
A story from Sue Ellen Godlewski about Samantha
posted August 26, 2008
Thank you for a wonderful ride with Enzo. I "believe". I look in my Springer Spaniel's eyes and I "know". I have JUST finished your book. The tears are still wet. My two Springers hopped on my lap as I started Boo-Hooing AGAIN.
I cried as I remember my 14 year old Springer Samantha, who was fine the day before...swimming in the pool and chasing tennis balls..woke up and wasn't able to walk. To make a long story short, after looking in her eyes I knew..she was ready. I took her to the vet with my husband. After he administered the shot, he said she is gone and he left the room. Samantha was in our arms and then her tail started wagging. I whispered in her ear, it's ok...I will see you again. My husband tried to comfort me by saying.."she came in this world wagging her tail...and she is leaving the same way. How lucky is that?".
Thanks again.
A story from T about F
posted August 24, 2008
i have only begun reading the first few pages of your book and i found it hard to continue...it pains me as the book struck me so deeply, and resonated so closely and real at heart, especially when thinking of my 14-yr old lab. lately, almost everyday, i'm living in the fear of that day. i want to run with her on that green vast infinite field under the blue sky. i whispered in her ears to stay with me a little longer... :(
A story from John about Fiyero
posted August 24, 2008
Thank you for a warm, lovely book. I have used some of the lessons Enzo teaches in my classroom this year and have urged my students and other faculty members to read this book. We have a faculty book club, and this is the first book we are doing this year. By the way, I can't view Fiyero the same way anymore....he becomes more human everyday....
A story from Judy, Cedar Rapids IA about Calub
posted August 23, 2008
I don't have a dog, but I have to share my story regaring the book. My daughter, Aimee, belongs to a racing club in CA. And while there visiting her 3 years ago, she took me to Thunder Hill. I was given the chance to ride in a race car around Thunder Hill. While I was reading the part about Enzo, buckled in the car riding around the track, that was me in the car. The way Enzo felt was me. The sad part, is the driver of that car died of cancer in June, just 3 days after his best finish ever at Sears Pointe(Infenion). Everytime I think about him and the wonderful time I had, I can't wipe the smile off my face.
A story from Melanie about Clover
posted August 21, 2008
Clover adores laying around for hours in bed with me. Her favorite spot is right next to me with her head on my pillow. In these hours, I could swear she knows exactly what I'm thinking.
A story from Jim Coleman about Bristol
posted August 10, 2008
Bristol loves to play frisbe! Like Enzo loved Denny, he always wants to be by my side. Like most Jack Russels, he is very smart.
A story from Maria about dolly
posted August 8, 2008
our family dog dolly was a mix of every kind of dog you can imagine. she was the friendliest and warmest dog ever....when my mum had a stroke and could not walk anymore, my dog dolly actually helped her learning to find the balance again. whenever my mum was going to loose balance , dolly would push her to balance my mum out....also was she spending the first nights after my mums stroke at her bedside, would not walk away...unbelievable what a dog feels and does...we loved her.
A story from Rochelle V about Chelsea
posted August 7, 2008
When I first started reading this book, I didnt think I could make it thru the heartache that I knew would come at the end. Although it definitely did break my heart, it really gave me some insight about how our "best friends" might be viewing our lives and theirs. One of the hardest things I've ever done was hold my favorite "best friend" while having to put her to sleep. All we can think about leading up to that moment is "Is she really in pain" or "Am I just keeping her alive for my own selfishness". Thank you so much for this beautiful book. I'm going to pass it along to others in my life who will enjoy it as much as I did!! Long live Enzo!!
A story from CJ about Sampson
posted August 6, 2008
This book hit home in so many ways. Thank you! My own Enzo is actually named Sampson. He's a 13 year old chocolate Lab/Pit mix with the most soulful eyes I have ever seen. Sadly, Sampson is dying of cancer. The last couple of months have been horrible as I am forced to imagine my life without my loving and faithful companion. Your book made me laugh, cry, and rejoice and I am so thankful for the part about what the Mongolians believe. The idea of it makes me smile and hope for the same for my sweet Sam. Thank you!
A story from Lauryn
posted August 4, 2008
It is not very often that I really truly get into a book. But, this was a book that i could not put down. It had me crying so hard at the end. But it was such an incredible end. I have type 1 juvenile diabetes and am 17 years old. I have two boxers who have saved my life numerous times during the night when my sugar was too low or too high. This story made me look at them in so many different ways. It also helped lift my spirits. My family and I are going through a lot right now, but this book has so many lessons and so much meaning in it. This is by far the best book I have ever read.
A story from Paolo
posted August 4, 2008
What a great book! I'm a grown-up man but I did cry! Thank you Enzo for life's great lessons!
A story from Mari Garcia about ****
posted August 3, 2008
Dear Mr. Stein
Mu name is Mari. I live in Puerto Rico with my husband for the last 10 years. Our love story is long. I just turned 57 years young.
Las Friday, 25th of July 2008, I finished, through my tears, "The Art of Racing in the Rain", in one of the saddest and lowest moments of my life. Very few people understand life as you do. I have read all books regarding dogs..
Last Friday the 18th of July 2008, as I accompanied my husband, to the post office, our home was burglarized. I forgot to activate the alarm system. All my favorite jewelry was stolen and the house was violated. One always think it is going to happen to someone else.
Today, after crying for what I don't have, for the love "Enzo" gave to his family, and crying to let the anger and frustration leave me, I Thank You and God because my husband and I are alive.
As Enzo..."I Believe"!
Thank you Sir, for reminding me, what is important about life. I will race in the rain that keep falling in my life, because life is an art, the art of living.
Sincerely Yours,
Mari
A story from Paul Capel about Tosca
posted July 22, 2008
OK. You had me crying. As a dog lover first and 35 year old Spec Miata driver second, I missed by chance when I was younger even after excelling with Skip Barber at a tender age. I still have delusions of grandeur, that might be someday realized. Have you ever seen a 5 1/2 pound chihuahua get his hair blown back by the thundering exhaust of a GT1 car and smile at it? My best buddy is one. Race sometime on the east coast and ask for mini-dog. They'll know who I am, I'll bet.
A story from Tara about Nathan
posted July 22, 2008
I just finsihed reading this wonderful book. I found it so touching because I can relate to it on so many levels. I have an Enzo in my life. His name is Nathan and he has seen me through so many stages of my life. He has always been my dog, but I first got him as a puppy when I was living at home. He was their by my side when I first moved out on my own and I was both excited and scared. He lovingly sat by my side when I mourned the passing of my father from lung cancer. He shared my joy when I met and married the love of my life. He seemed to be just as excited as my husband and I when we purchased our first home. And now, at this very moment he sits by my side looking at me like I'm crazy because I am crying thinking about him. He is now older and graying. He, like Enzo, has a human soul and I am so thankful to have him in my life.
A story from Melissa Reynolds about Reuben James
posted July 21, 2008
Garth, I wanted to be yet another reader to say "Thank You" for writing your novel. Whele reading your book I could not help but think of my childhood dog, Reuben. We had Reuben, a Newfoundand/Chow cross, for 14 years, and I swear over time, he spoke English as clearly as you and I. He possessed wisdom, spunk, and intellect that no adult I've ever known has had. He was truly a gem, and I thank you for bringing his memory to life again through Enzo.
A story from Ron Thrower about Morgan & Jasmine
posted July 20, 2008
What a great book I could not put it down. I adopted Two dogs one in 1994 and one in 1996, back in May of 2007 I lost Morgan she was a cocker mix who gave me great love and life for 14 years, on her last night of being alive I laid down with her and told her it was ok to go if she was ready, that next morning she followed me everywhere that I went in my house to let me know that she was tired and ready to go and that she loved me very much, then she went outside and laid under a oak tree and went to sleep.
I still have Jasmine, and we both miss Morgan so much everyday!!!
A story from Joanna about Macy Stray
posted July 14, 2008
I really enjoyed your book. It was the perfect story... just like in real life there was sadness and there was a happy ending, in a way.
My Macy brought a lot of joy to my life and she turned it around completly. We know each other so well, it's like she really understands me like no one else. She knows when I am at my wits end and pulls on my sleeve to go out for a walk so that I can relax and forget about what is on my mind. She also is great at telling bad people from the good ones. Even today, when we were at the Alta Lake Beach in Whistler BC she was quick to spot the two "not so nice girls" and she did not hesitate to give them several showers after a few laps in the lake. I was angry at her at first, but then I knew she was right. She always is. Just like Enzo.
His story is so beautiful. I love my Macy so much, that thinking of her gone brings tears to my eyes. But I want to believe in Enzo's story... that those dogs that are truly ready to come back to live amongst us. And if this is there wish, we could only help them on their way.
Thank you for this story. I have been wanting to read it for a while and I first spotted it at the Winnipeg airport going home from a conference, but it wasn't until more then a month later that I finally had a chance to read it.
A story from Sheila about Tutu
posted July 13, 2008
I simply love your book, could not put it down and i can't wait to tell everyone about it. Thank you for a great story.
A story from Cecile Bauer about Sarge/Fuzz
posted July 11, 2008
Garth, your book about Enzo blew me away. As a writer and a dog lover, your insight really impressed me. Our best dog Sarge died 7 years ago. He returned to me in a dream, trotting down the woods' path to escort his pal, Fuzz, our neighbor's dog and his hunting buddy, to the Rainbow bridge. Fuzz's owner called me that evening. "Just wanted to tell you Fuzz died today." You may read the rest of the story in my upcoming book, "Cherish Every Moment."
Thanks for a great read, Cecile R. Bauer, author of six books.
A story from Tammy about lol I have Cats
posted July 7, 2008
I'm in the middle of the 14th chapter and this book is absolutely riveting. This book was an impulse buy at our local Starbucks. I read "Marley & Me" and when I saw the yellow lab on the cover I couldn't resist incarnating "Marley" and so far "Enzo" is fast becoming my hero. I do find myself wondering, as some incidences have presented themselves, if my cats are more human and understanding than I'd previously given them credit. One of my cats because of the dominate male younger cats became very reclusive but as soon as discussion turned toward sending her to my moms .... she began to act very differently, including coming into the living room and lying on her back. I love this book, GOOD JOB GARTH!
A story from Mary Smith about Vixen Ann Smith
posted July 4, 2008
Umm, there must be a weird glitch in the universe, because this book, with one twist, seems to be written specifically for me. My husband Michael is not a inner city 6th grade English teacher, he is "a race car driver."
His #13 1973 Corvette raced at Road Atlanta, Watkin's Glen and Daytona. We have been on a brief hiatus, but if things go according to plan, we're going racing!
You make your own destiny!
Loved the book!
A story from Kristy about Surge
posted June 26, 2008
I have NEVER been so touched by a book before and had to read it all in one day! Thank you so much for this experience, it came at just the right time of my life. My Dad recently died from a brain tumor himself and that's only the beginning of the similarities i felt i experienced with Denny's character in this book. The fact that even at the hardest times, he was faced with more unbelievable adversities when he was already down.. it's an amazing story of how the human spirit is as powerful as you will it to be. The lessons that are pointed out by Enzo are amazing ones that will stay long after I've read the written words. and of course, i'm planning on reading it again and again.. i may have missed something the first time around! Thank you for such a powerful piece of work :)
A story from Yvette Sanville about Skruff & Mabel
posted June 18, 2008
Garth:
You have touched the soul of athe dog and found the buried treasure. I knew I was going to cry at the end and sure enough, I was sobbing in my car during my lunch hour.
Enzo has been in my thoughts for days since I finished reading the book. I wish there could be a sequel.
I now look at my mutts and wonder...exactly what ARE you thinking and should I leave on the History Channel when I go to work every day?
I don't know how you did it. I love dogs with every fiber of my being (having also been a shelter volunteer for near 15 years), and I never understand how other people can't see the treasure dogs truly are.
God bless you for a true work of heart. Yvette in California
A story from SAL about Samantha
posted June 17, 2008
Garth,
This is the first fiction book I have read in many years. I finished reading this story in one day. I could not put it down. I lost my 17 year old "puppy" last August. She was a Manchester Terrier so when I saw Enzo wanted to believe he was part terrier I understood his desire. She was and always will be my true friend and companion. Through all of life's many turns I could always count on my big girl to be there consoling, protecting and loving me. Though I truly believe I will see her again in Heaven, It wouldn't suprise me if sometime in the future, here on earth, I am approached by a stranger whose name is Samantha that shares my interests and dreams.......
A story from Dick Lichtermann about Sampson
posted June 17, 2008
Have had a 911 plus an earlier one, an SL250 plus two other M/Bs, an Avanti and now on my fourth Lexus an(IS 250) so, cars and drivers I know. Also having Fostered two Goldens in their later years and had to send to Doggie Heaven,I recently adopted a smaller Golden who looks like Enzo but is only six,(I'm 90) so the next time it will be his "honor" Anyway,for Father's Day I received this Story and spent the day in tears. A fine story
A story from Carrie H about Captain Jack
posted June 16, 2008
Here is the story about Captain Jack the Great Dane:
On Jan 22, 07 I was at work and one of our clients came in Sydney a 2 year old Great Dane ready to give birth. The Dr took her to the back and behold we are going to have 14 babies, WOW. during her exam she started cramping and went into labor, the first one did not make it. Seven came out with little problems but all the others were not coming out. So, we did a emergency c-section on her. The first baby out was givin to me and I was told to keep it alive, so thats what I did. A few days later the client came in and I got to see my baby..Awww, I was in-love! When the Dr did her check up on Sydney and 4 of the puppies everything was GREAT, then about 2 weeks later 2 of the puppies came back in my baby and his sister. Sister was doing real good but my babies eye did not look so good. The client explained to the Dr that with 13 puppies fighting for a nipple he got his eye scratched. We did some test and asked our client to please take him to a eye specialiest. About 4 days went by and the client came in and told us what the eye Dr said, my puppie was going to be blind in his right eye. The client did not want to keep him and was going to have him put down, said "he is no good to us"! I was like HELLO!!!!! OVER HERE, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME! I have 4 other doggies at home and I was thinking, whats one more! I have never has this love for a dog in all my life, when I am down he knows how to cheer me up, his loves is so complete. So, this is my story and now I have the most handsome Great Dane in all the world his name is CAPTAIN JACK!
A story from Ardell about DOMD (Dog of my dreams)
posted June 16, 2008
Just finished the book tonight . . . It's wonderful. Thank you, thank you! Having never owned a dog before, I BELIEVE the dog of my dreams (a best friend) is still out there! A Cindrella in waiting of sorts. What an extraordinary way to tell an incredible and (un)believable story! I can't help but relate this to actual persons and events in my own life three years transcending from Heart warming to Heart wrenching back to Heart warming. I loved it from the first Ayrton Senna quote, through to the final acknowledgement. Is it a coincidence? I read that Enzo engines (natural aspiration engines) are used in helicopters as well as race cars, and tonight our skies in Denver happen to be filled with army helicopters practicing drills. I wonder if they could do it in the rain also!! Ha! I'm so disappointed to just discover that you recently had a book signing at the Tattered Cover. Perhaps there will be another opportunity. Thanks so much for sharing life from this perspective.
A story from William about McGriff
posted June 14, 2008
Thank you so much for giving us Enzo. He reminds me so much of my friend McGriff. McGriff had a rough start being rescued as a pup, then adopting me when I was just a grad student only to end up near deaths door at the vet with parvo. He survived and our souls were joined. He stuck with me through the long nights of studying, the hot summers doing fieldwork, the marriage and eventual divorce. Like a good friend he was always at my side. His loyalty to me knew no bounds. Although he didn't have a voice he did have expressions. His expressions could say more than any amount of words. It took 12 years for his soul to learn what it needed before moving on. Although his presence on this world was just a fraction of my life, his impact was so great that I truly believe it will follow me well beyond my existence in this world. I deeply miss his companionship.
A story from Carol Wells about Duke
posted June 13, 2008
Dear Garth, I just this minute finished reading your book--I feel like Enzo right now--I have a million emotions buzzing through my body, but I can't put one of them into words! This is the best book I've ever read. My family was fortunate enough to share 15 years with a dog that many people said was the smartest dog they had ever known. Duke was 1/2 Lab,1/2 Great Dane, and started out as the runt of the litter! He had an extensive vocabulary, as we talked to him like a person. We had to spell anything that suggested a walk, ride, food etc. Around age 12, he too began to show signs of hip dysplasia. As time went on , he needed to be carried outside and held up to do his "business". My Brother,John, became his 24HR caretaker. Duke's mind was as sharp as ever all his days, and would hoarsely bark from is blanket when he needed to go out. The incontinence situation got very bad, and we dreaded what we felt we should do for the Dog's own dignity. On the eve before the final vet trip, we went to spend time with our little brother. He was lying on his blanket, well aware we were all there. When I was leaving for the night, I was walking away from him all of a sudden, he lifted his head and weakly barked a few times as if to say, Goodbye, and I Love you, too. The next morning at 7 am, my phone rang--it was my brother telling me Duke had passed quietly away. To this day, I will always believe that God, through Duke, gave us peace of mind, knowing that Duke was ok, running with strong legs again, Thank You for letting us share our love of dogs. Sincerely, Carol Wells, Fayetteville, NY.
A story from Nancy about Morgan
posted June 11, 2008
Thank you for returning Morgan to me if only for a brief time. Morgan was our first Wheaton Terrier and the love of our lives. He had the quirkiest behavior - barked forever, was terrified of thunder, kissed you whenever you were sad, loved you unconditionally.
Morgan's fear of thunderstorms caused him to bolt from our home in Nantucket one July night ten years ago. He was gone for 4 days and they were some of the worst days of our lives. We put up fliers all over the island, called animal control ten times a day, answered calls about Morgan sightings and searched the streets waving a box of his favorite treats. We were despondent until one magical morning, a woman who hated dogs, called the animal control officer and told him of a dog stuck in the brambles. We had our Morgan back in our embrace.
After a trip to the vet, we were told that a trip to a holistic vet in Vermont might be just the thing to cure old Morgan. To which my husband replied that when Morgan learned to drive his Porsche, he could go to Vermont!
Morgan gave us 4 more years of love but one summer day he looked up at me after collapsing and told me it was time. I sob as I remember and I thank you for sharing Enzo.
A story from Susana about Mani
posted June 11, 2008
Thanks so much for this beautiful book. It is such a lovely story!! It brought to my memory so many special moments with my dalmatian dog, Mani. Mani was with us for 13 years...and in the end my dad was very attache to him...even though at the beggining he was the one that was against having Mani. I know that Mani could read me very well, and he knew exactly what I was thinking and feeling. He was so cute, locking my tears when I was sad. My best friend ever!!!!!
A story from Mary Beth about Trixie
posted June 11, 2008
Enzo has finally given Trixie a full voice. What Enzo told us through Garth Stein is all the things I have known that Trixie is thinking all along. For better and for worse, my angel dog has a human mind. And just as this causes us pain, so it causes her pain. I am grateful that we live by the ocean so Trixie can run and swim and live fully in her body, forgetting the pain of unexpressed thought and living in the amazing body she has been blessed with in this life.
A story from Kathryn about Honey
posted June 9, 2008
I'd never had a dog of my own and it's all I bugged my parents about for years until they finally caved. I adopted Honey from an animal shelter in the Febuary of 2007.
Honey was found 3 months before wandering the deserts near Las Vegas. Someone had spray painted her pink and just left her alone. A family friend and a K9 cop told us about her at the shelter and she immediatly knew she was the dog for us.
And she was right!
We took Honey home that very same day that we saw her. I was never so happy in my life. She became my friend when no one else was home and my buddy when we went to the beach.
She would listen to me rant and talk about silly girl things and about my first year of college...and she never interrupted me once.
When we took her in, she was already close on 8 years old...not a puppy anymore by any means, but she was happy. She didn't want for anything and we spoiled her rotten.
We'd known from the beginning that she had mild, fatty lumps removed prior from her body, but we didn't know just how bad her condition was. Over the months, her arthiritis got worse and more and more vets just kept telling us to treat her pain with medications. But as she progressed and we went through a move, she got suddenly worse. Her condition weakened, she became violent and started biting us.
My father knew that we had to talk about alternatives...afterall, there were children in our house as well and with a dog biting, we had to make the right choices for everyone involved.
It tore my heart out the day we took her back to the shelter in July.
I'd only known her so briefly, I didn't want to give up from friend. What if she couldn't find another home? What if she died alone?
The vet came to look at her when we explained the sudden change in her and he called for an examination, then some xrays.
Where the fatty lumps had been removed from her surface tissue, she was growing several more over the months, even years before she had come into our lives. Her internal organs were eaten up with tumors.
The doctor said that with such a severe condition, it might be best for her to go out quietly rather than suffer.
But I was selfish...I didn't want to let go of her. I didn't want to see her life slip away. And in that instant, holding her leash with my parents telling me it would be alright, I looked down at her and she looked up at me. And her eyes seemed to echo what my parents were saying, what Enzo would later remind me off. "It's okay..."
I wasn't allowed to stay with her when they did it...and they told us it would be a couple hours of calming and settling for her before they did their work and that she would be cared for in the mean time.
But on the way home from the shelter, crying on my mother's lap in the backseat of the car, I know I felt her soul run free as if she had run past me and went through my heart herself.
I believe strongly in reincarnation. I often wondered if Honey had been reborn again, either puppy, or human, or bird. I would like to imagine that somewhere, she has become a human. With thumbs and a tongue for talking only when she doesn't feel like listening anymore.
She was always such a good listener.
She was my best friend and I miss her dearly. Someday...maybe we'll be friends and we can shake hands too.
A story from Trish about Duncan
posted June 4, 2008
I loved the book and talk to my dog in a totally different manner now.
A story from Anne about -
posted June 3, 2008
Just wanted to thank you for this beautiful story. This book easily slipped into my top 5 books list. I can't put the book on a shelf! Each time I walk by and see the cover, I think about Enzo and smile.....2 barks!
A story from Carey Handley about Delli (Ghiradelli) and Godiva and a cat named Hershey
posted June 2, 2008
And the rains came except, this time, they fell from my eyes as I finished the book. I cried through the first chapter and the last and a few times in between. My daughter came running into the room and offered to comfort me. How could I explain that the tears were for many reasons and not just because Enzo dies in the end (we knew that in the beginning), but in spite of it. Because of the beautiful lessons the book teaches and the brilliant fantasy world that comes with believing in Enzo. If only they really could talk - what stories they would tell! Thank you for your masterful story. Keep writing about the human condition, whether it's told through the eyes of a canine companion or otherwise.
A story from Laura about Sadie, Ollie
posted May 31, 2008
I started this incredible book in Barnes and Noble and finished it as soon as I got home. I have cried while reading this book like I have never cried for a book in my life. You are an amazing story teller. Your book truly speaks to me. It was incredibly moving and well written. The emotions that you can convey through this special dogs eyes, no less, where so incredibly powerful. Thank you for the gift of this story. I will never forget it.
A story from Bonnie about Sammi, Cody & Buster & our new addition Shiloh
posted May 31, 2008
Garth,
I just finished The Art of Dancing in The Rain....i have read alot of books about pets dogs in particular...but none has ever touched me the way this one did,about a year and a half ago now we lost our beloved Bassett Hound Sammi Jo
she was our first dog together s a couple and for 14 years she was my protector,my companion and my furry shoulder to cry on,she was with me thru some very dark times..we had 2 other dogs also and loved them all equally but there was something about Our Baby Girl...she left us on October 12th 2007 peacefully in her sleep..Our other 2 dogs Dakota & Buster mourned for weeks,they too missed their "sister"....When i read your book,i could picture Sammi and all the times i would talk to her..she would look at me like she was hanging on my every word...i love my boys w/all my heart but something was missing,my boys one is a herding dog & the other is a mixed breed whos sole purpose in life is to make sure the squirrels get their exercise spend most of their time w/their "dad"..i wanted someone to spend time w/me and with buying a farm we knew it had to be another herder..so on Feb 19,2008...my little girl Shiloh Noel(born on Christmas)
came to live with us and her 2 rowdy brothers...and now sometimes when i look at her s she gets older i see her looking at me when im talking and i see my Sammi,the same hanging on to every word and the I Love You "mom" look on her face....
Thank you Garth for such a wonderful book....i know now my girl did understand.
A story from Susan Nelson about I have cats
posted May 31, 2008
No story, just wanted to say that I'm writing this with the tears running down over the upturned corners of my mouth having just finished your book.
Grazi!!!
A story from phyllis latella@aol.com about n/a
posted May 26, 2008
garth, i just had to tell you i bought this book on sat at a starbucks and finished it sunday on the deck of the hotel down in pt,.pleasant new jersey. i loved it is an understatement. you are a genius. i was so touched and overwhelmed by your book. i openly laughed, and cried and everything. i can not wait to recommend your book to my book club. after this, i will go to amazon to try and buy your other books. thank you, thank you, thank you. i am overwhelmed by your love and your tenderness as a writer for all that is good. please tell enzo, my absolute favorite saying is "take one for the team". i am glad he took one for zoe. love to you and your family, phyllis latella
cedar grove, new jersey.
A story from Sara about Emmie
posted May 26, 2008
I read Enzo's story in two days with my dog Emmie right beside me. I laughed out loud at some of Enzo's insights and cried like a baby at the ending. I reflected on the story for days after I finished reading, it reminded me what quiet, insightful observers dogs really are.
A story from Melissa about Vader
posted May 26, 2008
Just finished reading The Art of Racing in the Rain. One of the BEST books I have ever read. I have never cried so much and laughed while reading a book. There are many parallels in my life and this book. I have recently lost a family member to a brain tumor. After reading this book, I now look into my dog's eyes to see more understanding. I will recommend this book to many of my friends. Thanks for the wonderful journey....
A story from ciadelle about n/a
posted May 23, 2008
Sent this to a friend after reading your (please forward this to the author) book:
"Wow, that was an incredible book. The Art of Racing in the Rain. Read all 230+ pages straight through except for a few minutes to wipe tears. A book like that well tell you if you are alive or not ..... I'm definitely alive!!!"
A story from Momtoo! about Max & Sarge
posted May 22, 2008
In the Willamette Valley of the State of Oregon
A story from Briana about Lily
posted May 20, 2008
I adopted Lily from a humane society when she was a year and a half old. I could have never thought in a million years that Lily would stir my soul the way that she has. I was diagnosed with cervical cancer and suffer from panic and anxiety disorder. Lily makes it seem as if none of those horrible things has ever affected my life. I am truely blessed to have her along my side from the minute I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. She communicates with me on different levels and shares her compassion when I need it most. Because of her I can look foward to tomorrow.
A story from James Misercola about Pepper & Hummer
posted May 20, 2008
My two dogs Pepper & Hummer are both nuts! Hummer has been ever since we got him . On our way home from our breeder when we first got him he threw up in the car.
Pepper's nickname is "Pepper The Protector". My mom nicknamed him that because he's all ways potecting my family.
It is all ways the cutest thing when they romp together (espechially when Pepper starts it over jealousy).
Hummer's nickname is "Idget".
My dad nicjnamed him that beacuse he is always doing something crazy. He is trully an idget!
Together they are both nuts!!!!!!!!!!
James Misercola age 10
Trumbull, Connecticut
A story from Anthony about Asia
posted May 18, 2008
Asia,
adopted on a rainy day. My wife wanted a maltese i had my heart set on a schnaunzer we went to a animal defense league and we could not see the animals due to the rain. As we drove away we decided to go to pets mart. they told of us of the humane society. to our delight we drove there and it stopped raining. we got there and the first dog we saw was Asia. we both hit off with her quickly. as soon as we took her out to interact with her the sun came out. we quickly did the paper work. From that day on she has been a ray of sunshine to our everyday life.... To all that do not have a pet. Please visit your local humane society.
A story from Lori Sherman about Jill Lucy Sherman
posted May 17, 2008
Dear Garth,
I've always said that Jilli is my sister reincarnated and that I swear that she could understand what I was saying, after reading your book there is no doubt in my mind that she can. An amazing book that I could not put down. Thank you so much
A story from Robbie & Rachael about Charlie
posted May 15, 2008
A week ago today I lost my dog of almost 13 years, it was the worst pain I have ever experienced....I have to say, though, that he was a happy dog who lived a long, eventful, wonderful, even globe-trotting life! The story of Enzo reminds me of Charlie a bit because, through all the hard times growing up and even recent, Charlie was always there for me...always attentive to whatever was going on, and always ready to be there for me and my fiancee...
I know that Charlie would have, in his last moments, thought about his entire life, been satisfied with his reflections, then departed from us peacefully for a much better place...hopefully he will come back to us as a human so that we could be together again...
A story from Michael about Tyler
posted April 28, 2008
I don't know if Tyler wants to be a man - but I know he totally loves watching television. He especially gets into Star Wars (the originals, not the new ones thank you very much). So much so that I couldn't resist doing this to him last Halloween!
A story from Selina about Fenris
posted April 27, 2008
I said goodbye to the best dog to ever walk the Earth on Tuesday, April 8, 2008. He came into my life as my marriage was failing. He carried me through the divorce. He helped me to see the joy in life. Because of him I remember that there is always hope. There is always someone who cares. I always told him he was a gift. He told me I was a sucker. I adopted Fenris from the shelter. We were looking for a dog to be a playmate for Sarge. My ex always loved the big northern breeds, and a malamute fit the bill. It didn't hurt that they had just raided a puppy mill. He was the only adult dog there and he only had two days left. I looked at him and saw fur. Lots of fur. He had gotten into some sort of tar. They had shaved his tail, but left one little tuft at the end. He looked like a Dali painting of a lion. I couldn't leave him. I brought him home in the middle of a Nor'Easter. He walked into the house and hid in Sarge's crate for three days. Someone had beaten him. It took me a year to be able to touch the top of his head without him cringing. He decided we were his pack. Travel was endured because I wished it. But he hated it. Trips to the pet store, the groomer, the dog park. He saw no need for any of that. Why couldn't we just drive around in the car? The car was fun. He had seizures. As horrible as it was to endure from my end, I learned for his sake. The medication made him paranoid. I couldn't stand to see him change, to be unhappy, even for a moment. He taught me not to coddle him. He was a dog, and he needed to act like a dog. If a seizure came, then so be it. He would run and jump, and dig and I wouldn't stop him. Monday we went for a walk. He was slow, as the old guy had been having trouble keeping up for some time. But, he ran up the stairs with no problems. I gave them bones to play with. Fenris hid his under his bed. Then he stole Sarge's and hid that under the bed. He proceeded to lie down on top of both bones and act innocent while Sarge barked protest for about an hour. Tuesday morning he was having trouble getting up. So I helped him to stand and followed him out into the yard. At the back gate he fell down. I helped him back up and supported him into the house. He seemed alright, wobbly, but managing. I called the vet and made an appointment for blood work and to measure him for a cart. When I got home from work he hadn't moved. I called the vet and got an emergency appointment. Then I sobbed into his fur for an hour. Somehow I managed to carry the 100 pound dog down the steps and into the car. I wanted to take him to the park, but I knew I would never get him out of the car. So I drove to McDonald's and got him chicken nuggets and some fries. I even let him have some of the soda. A forbidden treat that he loved. His face lite up with each fry I fed him. At one point he even tried to sit up like a "good dog" would. He was always so dignified, so mannerly.In the parking lot of the vets he managed to stand and walk. Not far, just enough to sniff the grass and trees. He was stumbling, falling. But with my help he got across the parking lot pretty much under his own power. I got in and he just fell over on the area rug in front of the receptionist desk. He righted himself into a proper position and greeted everyone that came in or out. No one knew just how bad it was. He gave children kisses, let teenage boys ruff up his fur, sang softly for the techs, sniffed the other dogs.I was in denial. I couldn't lose him yet. It was too soon. I wasn't ready. What would I do without his grounding presence? The vet and I talked about prednisone, hospitalization. We talked for a long time. Then I asked what the prognosis was. Would he run? Would he get on the couch? Could he go for walks? Chase squirrels? She told me it would buy me time so I could feel better about letting him go. Then I knew it was time to say good bye. The vet talked with me some more, helping me with my guilt, my fears. I ran my fingers through that thick fluffy coat, knowing it was the last time. Hating all the times I had cursed the care of it. When she came back she was in tears, so was the tech, and the receptionist. Fenris had been a favorite there. I would board him when I traveled. They all loved him. In all my life, with all the pets I have had to put down I have never seen a vet cry. He reached up and licked the vets face, made me wonder if he knew. It was over too soon. It was anticlimactic. He deserved a much bigger fanfare. Though he probably appreciated the outpouring of love more than anything I could have orchestrated. I sobbed in the parking lot for the longest time. How could he be gone that fast? What was I going to tell Sarge? I have never felt so alone in the world. Fenris was special. That once in a lifetime dog of my dreams. I got five wonderful years with him. I suppose it's more than most people get. The next day was hard. I saw him everywhere. His leash, the funny jester collar he loved to wear, his bowl, and his fur. God, his fur was all over everything. I had just learned to live with it. But I couldn't take it, not that day. So I started pulling all the slipcovers off to wash. I got to his favorite chair. One of those low to the ground fold out numbers from Ikea. The cushion folds under and sits on the frame. So I went to unfold it. A dead mouse popped out of the cushion. He must have killed it on Monday. I had this strict no dead things in the house policy. But my fervent hunter would always try to sneak one of them in. I know that he's laughing, knowing he got a last joke in on me.
