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This dog story is becoming a best selling dog book because it seizes the human spirit in ways other dog stories don't. It conceals a deeper story within the story about dogs. In addition to a very descriptive profile of dogs, their characteristics and traits, the author uses the dog story to convey deeper human emotions, and thereby goes beyond typical dog stories. The book, though a dog book, appeals to the human passion for for sentimentality, and is enjoyable reading for all people, chronic pain sufferers, and dog lovers.
This best selling "dog story" book is divided into two sections: "The Dog Days," and "The Dog Gone Days." It is a true dog story, yet one that explores the perseverance of life, and is wrapped in a beautiful dog story.
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Excerpts From The Book "Dog Gone Days"
"She was beautiful with a well-proportioned body that was fashionably dressed. Her dark, straight hair was cut mid-length and had an ever-slight twirl at the end that framed the pretty Mediterranean features of her face. As if I were in a trance, I couldn’t force my eyes to leave her direction–and she knew it. Her small, feminine hands had meticulously manicured fingernails that were carefully painted in a deep burgundy color that was well suited to her complexion and to the color scheme of the clothes she wore. She was poised seated cross-legged with her high heel pumps removed, which exposed her small dainty, and shapely feet. Though camouflaged by the tint of her pantyhose, it was clearly visible that her toenails had been given the same careful attention, and that they were colored with the same shade as her fingernails. She was lovely–and I loved her."
"As I savored the dreamy morning, I slowly turned my body to see the gaze of two chestnut-colored eyes that were directly in line and less than a foot from mine. As I lay there on my side, in fetal position, he lay on his side with his head slightly propped on a pillow causing the skin under the fine contours of his facial fur to fold giving him a squashed, somewhat distorted look. As he stared deep into my eyes, I realized that he was sound asleep with his eyes wide open. I could tell that by the way he was breathing and by the fact that there was no dilation in the eyes of the dead stare."
"Romeo gave me his last dismissive look before he took the plunge and landed on the end of the throw rug on the floor to the side of the bed. I assumed that was the general area that he had aimed for. The poor little guy wasn’t very well coordinated, but what he lacked in that department he made up for with his good looks.
With the sound of his thump, Juliet’s ears became erect, and within seconds she was airborne; she took no time to make her decision. Her pursuit was a graceful display of her agility and coordination. Although deftly spry, cute and attractive in a different way, she lacked the charisma, and devilish charm of Romeo, but she landed on target, exactly next to Romeo on the throw rug.
Romeo waited for me at the bedroom door to the hallway, near the top of the flight of stairs leading to the first floor. Juliet, however, raced past the door, rounded the end of the hallway, went down the flight of stairs to the closed door below, and ran back up again. She was a couple of years younger than Romeo and still retained some of that puppy energy."
"The river was always a strange creature to me. Snakelike, with its creeping twists and bends, it was sneaky and had an unpredictable personality. With its propitious virtues it could bestow bountiful and beautiful things while tranquil, and yet as an adversary it could muster enough animosity to antagonize and wreak unimaginable havoc whenever it wanted. The entity could choose to flow to the tempo of its mood, or remain as still as glass with a reflection of its background cast upon it. I lived just a slight bit north of a great bend in the creature, as if it turned on purpose to offer me an extended scenic view."
"In that limbo of time that we call waking, when life is not yet fully revived, where dreams and realities are one, and truth reigns, hope and optimism can create peak experiences that allow all things possible. My mind shined in that period of a split second or of a hundred years, whichever transpired I could not distinguish. On the birth of that day after I returned from the memorial in New York, there was a calm, and all things were now fine: all the dots in my life now seemed connected. Old Number Seven passed along, and my eyes opened to the sight of the large five-bladed Casablanca fan overhead, my reality check that I was back in Ohio, but I retained the assurance of that idealistic mood with which I awakened."
–From the book, Dog Gone Days
DOG DONE DAYS
by David Navarria
ISBN 978-0-615-34872-8
Full Color Glossy 12 Pt Heavy Paper Cover • Large sized 5.5in x 8.5 in Perfect Bound • 258 Pages
My book, Dog Gone Days, is a story that will be enjoyable not only to all dog lovers, but to those who like a good story. For those that can relate to the symbolic manner I used–the telling of a story of time spent with my dogs–it really equated to the story of my wife and I, the progression of our relationship, and an accounting of our true love for each other.
It is a sentimental story about the true love in life that surpasses all things. To even understand that meaning, one must come to terms with God and nature and his creatures great and small. This book is the telling of my journey to the discovery and realization of great things about life, and how I developed an appreciation for them with the assistance of my pet chihuahuas. When I did, I was able to understand the pain and suffering that I had, and continue to have in my life, and put both favorable and unfavorable things in a perspective I could deal with.
Although I used flashbacks: to the time I met my wife in the summer of 1993, and some of our earlier time spent together; my childhood and adolescent years; and my family, the main story I tell is my autobiographical account from the late fall of 2001 to the summer of 2009; it begins in the middle of that time period–The Dog Days.