And Jessaka thinks that I only squeak and sometimes cry little meows. I think I have brown mixed in with the black. I also have beautiful long black hair that looks kind of brown at times. I have only been with her for 2 months, long enough to know her, after all I sit on her lap when she is reading, and I chew on her toes. My name is Maubee, and I am Jessaka’s new kitten.
Enhanced by fifty-nine splendidly whimsical drawings by Edward Koren, A Dog’s Life gives us all the delights we expect from any book by Peter Mayle-pedigree prose, biting wit, and a keen nose for the fragrance of civilization-together with the insouciant wisdom of which only a dog (and probably only Peter Mayle’s dog) is capable. We share in his amorous dalliances, his run-ins with French plumbers and cats, and in the tidbits (both conversational and edible) of his owners’ dinner parties. Now he gives this canny canine a voice in an irresistible “memoir” that proves that the best vantage point for observing life may well be on all fours.Īs Boy recounts his progress from an overcrowded maternal bosom to unchallenged mastery of the Mayle household, he tells us why dogs are drawn to humans (“our most convenient support system”) and chickens (“that happy combination of sport and nourishment”). Enhanced by fifty-nine splendidly whimsical drawings by Edward Koren, A Dog's Life gives us all the delights we expect from any book by Peter Mayle-pedigree prose, biting wit, and a keen nose for the fragrance of civilization-together with the insouciant wisdom of which only a dog (and probably only Peter Mayle's dog) is capable.Once upon a time in Provence, Peter Mayle adopted a dog of uncertain origins and dubious hunting skills and gave him a name-Boy. We share in his amorous dalliances, his run-ins with French plumbers and cats, and in the tidbits (both conversational and edible) of his owners' dinner parties. As Boy recounts his progress from an overcrowded maternal bosom to unchallenged mastery of the Mayle household, he tells us why dogs are drawn to humans ("our most convenient support system") and chickens ("that happy combination of sport and nourishment"). Now he gives this canny canine a voice in an irresistible "memoir" that proves that the best vantage point for observing life may well be on all fours.
Once upon a time in Provence, Peter Mayle adopted a dog of uncertain origins and dubious hunting skills and gave him a name-Boy.
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