Ever since reading The Art of Racing in the Rain, I’ve wondered what Darcy is thinking. This book is written in the first person, with a dog as the “I” character, which is preposterous, of course, but interesting nonetheless. The dog doesn’t talk, or anything strange like that, but we know what he’s thinking all the time. I enjoyed the book, even though I unsuggested it for our reading group about halfway through.
Since Darcy came home from the vet yesterday looking like this,
I’ve been even more curious about what she’s thinking. She looks pitiful, that’s for sure.
But I don’t think we need to worry about her getting enough TLC while she recovers from her no-pups-ever surgery.