In short, she is spectacular.
One reviewer said this of the book:
Here is the story of a jet pilot, a leader of men. A woman. And her life path with joy, pain, and pathos befitting any romance.
Except this is not about the love of a man. It’s about the love of a dog.
But not just any dog.
Barkley. Black Lab extraordinaire.
I think it was George Carlin who said owning a dog was automatically a sad proposition. Because with dogs not living 70 years like we humans, the outcome is pretty much a forgone conclusion.
But author L.B. Johnson takes us on her journey, his journey, their journey with both solemn and joyful remembrance:
“I will remember him, standing there in the light. the reconciled luminous-less of angels in stained glass, their form, a four legged one, lacking wings, but not their saving Grace. The light upon him was so bright, that when I looked at it, the body of the dog and face had clarity, almost brilliance, but without form or dimension, no longer animal, no longer flesh and heart and bone, but simply the brilliant inherent capacity to love as fully and as freely as possible.
That is the way I wish to remember him. His Light.”
If you’ve ever loved a pet, read this book. If you’ve never loved a pet, read this book. If you are not even a pet person, read this book.
And understand unconditional love can, and does, go in both directions.
Go and get The Book of Barkley. I gain nothing from hawking the book – FTC, get your own book and dog!