{"id":124,"date":"2008-08-24T20:35:26","date_gmt":"2008-08-24T20:35:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/a-dogs-life\/art-of-racing-in-the-rain\/"},"modified":"2008-08-24T20:35:26","modified_gmt":"2008-08-24T20:35:26","slug":"art-of-racing-in-the-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/a-dogs-life\/art-of-racing-in-the-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"Art of racing in the rain&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My mom just lost it. She&#8217;s usually totally cool about everything she reads. She hates syrupy tear-jerkers. But she made the mistake of picking up this book about a dog: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0061537934\/themovinglady-20\" title=\"art of racing in the rain\">The Art of Racing in the Rain<\/a> by Garth Stein. It&#8217;s about a man named Denny who lives here in Seattle with his dog Enzo.<\/p>\n<p>That dog Enzo got a whole book. He also got an owner with a life. Denny raced cars, married, fathered a child, fought a bitter custody battle, fought off a false accusation&#8230;I&#8217;m exhausted just reading about it. And there&#8217;s my mom, who won&#8217;t even drive in the rain, let alone race.    Enzo is almost as smart as I am. But I think my sense of humor is more finely tuned.<\/p>\n<p>Enzo wants to return to earth as a man. I have no desire to return to earth as a woman. Good grief. As a dog, I get to live honorably without getting married or having puppies. I get to play in the park while Cathy works. I admit: I&#8217;m luckier than most dogs. Still, I&#8217;ll take my own species, thank you very much.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0061537934\/themovinglady-20\"><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/midlifedog.com\/images-2\/racing-in-rain.jpg\" alt=\"racing in the rain\" align=\"right\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I already know how to communicate with Cathy. She knows, &#8220;Out! Now!&#8221; and, &#8220;Hey, I&#8217;m getting restless. Time for a walk.&#8221; And even, &#8220;Sock? What sock? I thought that was dinner.&#8221; What more do I need?<\/p>\n<p>There is a scene in this book where Denny says the final good-by to Enzo. And that&#8217;s where my mom melted. She said good-by to her old tabby cat, Tiger, just a few weeks ago. And she said the same thing. &#8220;It&#8217;s okay, Tiger. You can go now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re not giving anything away. The book begins sad. Enzo is literally on his last legs. He&#8217;s ready.<\/p>\n<p>We dogs don&#8217;t care. We live for the moment. Like right now, I&#8217;m angling for a trip to the park. Or at least a long walk. My mom&#8217;s been muttering about Pike Place Market. She&#8217;s on some new health food kick since she started thinking about her own mortality.<\/p>\n<p>Too bad dogs can&#8217;t be book reviewers. We&#8217;d have more books like the one Dean Koontz wrote about his dog Trixie, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0972942777\/\/themovinglady-20\" title=\"Dean Koontz on his dog Trixie\">Life is Good.<\/a> A happy dog, focused on her food dish, just the way a dog should be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mom just lost it. She&#8217;s usually totally cool about everything she reads. She hates syrupy tear-jerkers. But she made the mistake of picking up this book about a dog: The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein. It&#8217;s about a man named Denny who lives here in Seattle with his dog Enzo. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/a-dogs-life\/art-of-racing-in-the-rain\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Art of racing in the rain&#8230;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=124"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}