Teaching Manners, Behaviors, and Relationships
Booklist reviewed A Dog Named Boo – and they loved it!
Booklist, a magazine focusing on both the publishing and library industries, reviewed A Dog Named Boo!
Here’s a quote:
[quote style=”boxed”]All readers who love dogs and other animals will find much to embrace and admire in the heartwarming tale about the power of canines.[/quote]
The review is in their print edition so I can’t link to it, but here’s the review:
Enjoy!
A Dog Named Boo by Lisa J. Edwards was reviewed by Brodart, the largest library supplier in the country. In short, they loved it!
It’s hard to believe that we’re only a month away from the publication of A Dog Named Boo, but when the reviews start appearing it really brings it home that the book is right on top of us.
The latest review that I’ve seen is from Brodart – the largest library supplier in the country.
In short, they love it!
Here’s an excerpt:
[quote]I was very moved by all the good Boo, along with Lisa, did for so many people. Much of this story takes place in the early 2000s, when research for the positive effect dogs can have in all kinds of situations was still new and limited, so it was interesting to watch people become believers simply by witnessing Boo’s remarkable work.[/quote]
[quote]Perhaps the best part of the book, for me anyway, was how inspired I felt after reading it (as nonfiction of this type should do to a reader). I desperately want to get Odin involved in some sort of animal assisted therapy or education, one because I know how much he would enjoy the attention, but also because I know that, like Boo, Odin’s charm could make someone with a terminal illness smile for the first time in days or relax a child nervous to be reading in front of a group.[/quote]
[quote]Add A Dog Named Boo to your shelves today, so animal lovers, animal trainers, and anyone interested in animal assisted therapy can read the story of this amazing dog who overcame all odds, plus changed the lives of so many, including his owners.[/quote]
A Dog Named Boo is also on Facebook – head on over and let Boo know how much you like him!
On September 10, 2014 the final chapter in Boo’s long, courageous story came to a peaceful close surrounded by his loved ones.
On September 10, 2014 the final chapter of Boo’s story came to a close.
It is hard to write of something so painful as the loss of a beloved pet but the loss of Boo is not my own and that requires me to share his passing with all the people his spirit has touched. More than ten years of visiting children, seniors, adults with developmental disabilities and others makes it hard to count how many people loved him, but I know it was probably thousands.
Developmentally disabled with poor eyesight and an awkward gait, Boo was a trooper who was always game for a visit with anyone even in later years with his eyesight completely gone and arthritis making his bearing even more ungainly. Having overcome remarkable odds to be a therapy dog, Boo won the hearts of the people who knew him personally and those who read his story in A Dog Named Boo here and around the world. His fan club ranges from Russia, to South America, to Britain and back home. Boo was the clumsy black and white rescue dog who never wanted anything other than to say hello to and be loved by everyone he met (with some great butt scratches along the way) while reaching across physical limitations and political boundaries.
In both life and in death he teaches us that we are all better when we move through our days with patience, persistence and the understanding that perfect is not all it is cracked up to be—because sometimes it is in our imperfections where our greatest strengths lie.
In his work he brought joy to thousands, speech to Marc and Sister Jean, an understanding to my husband and me that we could be a family, and on the morning he left us he brought us one more gift. As our two-year-old son (who still only has only two or three reliable words and has yet to refer to anyone by name) brought all the pepperonis from his pizza-puzzle toy to Boo, who was resting on his big comfy chair, he pointed to Boo and said, “Boo” each time he tried to encourage Boo to eat the wooden pepperoni.
With this final act we knew Boo had made his mark on the little boy he had waited so long to have in his life and his job was done—he could rest without pain for the first time in a long time.
Fidose of Reality reviewed A Dog Named Boo!
Fidose of Reality reviewed A Dog Named Boo!
To whet your appetite, here’s a quote:
[quote style=”boxed”]The human-animal bond chronicled in this book as Boo transcends from abandonment to miracle dog is one every dog lover will want to experience.[/quote]
Here’s a link to the full review: A Dog Named Boo Book Review.
Enjoy!
It was the fifth, the smallest, who drew me in immediately. A smaller baby boy with a black velvet coat and bewildered brown eyes, he was clearly much slower than his littermates. He wandered through his siblings’ roughhousing, a toddler in a roller derby. They kept knocking him over as they zoomed by. As soon as he got up, they’d body-slam him to the ground again. When he did manage to get out of their way, he drifted aimlessly around the pen.
He was like the eight ball in a game of puppy pool set into motion by an invisible cue ball, bouncing uncontrollably off the sides of the box, bumping into one side and veering off, before hitting the other and bouncing off again.
Before I knew I had reached out to pick him up, he was in my hands. Something told me this puppy needed to come home with me.
No name for him yet. So, we called him “White Chest” for the rest of his first day with us.
Before long, the puppy found the dog who would become his best friend, Dante lying on his side—a pose that must have reminded the baby of his mother, given the way he started rooting around Dante’s belly. Dante picked up his head, eyeing the baby suspiciously. Then, Dante’s huge snout whisked the confused tyke away, sending him across the floor, skidding to a halt. Undaunted, the little guy padded back toward Dante, his approach more cautious and respectful this time; little White Chest had no intention of making the same mistake twice. He bounced and bowed in Dante’s direction signaling that he just wanted to play…
Dante took the baby Boo under his wing and all ninety-five pounds of Dante was gentle and patient as he taught Boo through play.
Read more in A Dog Named Boo: How One Dog and One Woman Rescued Each Other and the Lives They Transformed Along the Way.
