A Dog's Way Home

A Dog's Way Home

by W. Bruce Cameron

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Overview

NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE!

The beloved New York Times and USA Today bestseller A Dog's Way Home is now a feature film from Sony Pictures! This remarkable story of one endearing dog's journey home after she is separated from her beloved human is directed by Charles Martin Smith and stars Ashley Judd, Edward James Olmos, Wes Studi, Alexandra Shipp, and Jonah Hauer-King. W. Bruce Cameron and his wife, Cathryn Michon, wrote the screenplay for the film.

With four hundred miles of dangerous Colorado wilderness separating one brave dog from her beloved person, Bella sets off on a seemingly impossible and completely unforgettable adventure home.

A Dog’s Way Home is a beautifully told, charming tale that explores the unbreakable bond between us and those we love. This is a fantastic and exhilarating journey of the heart that brilliantly speaks to the incredible power of love and resilience of spirit that tie us together.

A Dog's Purpose Series
#1 A Dog’s Purpose
#2 A Dog’s Journey
#3 A Dog's Promise (forthcoming)

Books for Young Readers
Ellie's Story: A Dog’s Purpose Puppy Tale
Bailey’s Story: A Dog’s Purpose Puppy Tale
Molly's Story: A Dog's Purpose Puppy Tale
Max's Story: A Dog’s Purpose Puppy Tale
Toby's Story: A Dog's Purpose Puppy Tale (forthcoming)
Shelby's Story: A Dog's Way Home Novel

The Rudy McCann Series
The Midnight Plan of the Repo Man
Repo Madness

Other Novels
A Dog's Way Home
The Dog Master
The Dogs of Christmas
Emory’s Gift

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781466842984
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 05/09/2017
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 17,865
File size: 8 MB

About the Author

W. BRUCE CAMERON is the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of A Dog’s Purpose, A Dog’s Journey, A Dog’s Way Home (all now major motion pictures), The Dog Master, Ellie's Story, Molly’s Story, Max’s Story, Shelby’s Story, The Dogs of Christmas, The Midnight Plan of the Repo Man, and others. He lives in California.
W. BRUCE CAMERON is the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of A Dog's Purpose, A Dog's Way Home, and A Dog's Journey (all now major motion pictures), The Dog Master, the A Dog's Purpose Puppy Tales for young readers (starting with Ellie's Story and Bailey's Story), The Dogs of Christmas, The Midnight Plan of the Repo Man, and others. He lives in California.

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CHAPTER 1

From the beginning, I was aware of cats.

Cats everywhere.

I couldn't really see them — my eyes were open, but when the cats were nearby I registered nothing except shifting forms in the darkness. I could smell them though, as clearly as I could smell my mother as I took nourishment, or my siblings stirring next to me as I worked my way to find life-giving milk.

I didn't know they were cats, of course — I just knew they were creatures not like me, present in our den but not attempting to nurse alongside me. Later, when I came to see that they were small and fast and lithe, I realized they were not only "not dogs," but were their own distinct kind of animal.

We lived together in a cool, dark home. Dry dirt underneath my nose gave up exotic, old smells. I delighted in inhaling them, filling my nose with rich, flavorful aromas. Above, a ceiling of parched wood dropped dust into the air, the roof pressing down so low that whenever my mother stood up from the packed depression in the earth that served as our bed to leave my siblings and me — squeaking in protest and huddling against each other for reassurance — her upright tail was halfway to the beams. I did not know where my mother went when she departed, I only knew how anxious we were until she returned.

The sole source of light in the den came from a single square hole at the far end. Through this window to the world poured astounding scents of cold and alive and wet, of places and things even more intoxicating than what I could smell in the den. But even though I saw an occasional cat flicker through the hole out into the world or returning from some unknown place, my mother pushed me back whenever I tried to crawl toward the outdoors.

As my legs strengthened and my eyesight sharpened I played with the kittens as I would with my siblings. Often I singled out the same family of cats toward the back recesses of our communal home, where a pair of young kitties were particularly friendly and their mother occasionally licked me. I thought of her as Mother Cat.

After some time spent romping joyfully with the little felines, my own mother would come over and retrieve me, pulling me out of the pile of kittens by the back of my neck. My siblings all sniffed me suspiciously when my mother dropped me next to them. Their responses suggested they did not care for the residual whiff of cat.

This was my fun, wonderful life, and I had no reason to suspect it would ever change.

* * *

I was nursing drowsily, hearing the peeping sounds of my brothers and sisters as they did the same, when suddenly my mother lunged to her feet, her movements so unexpected that my legs were lifted off the ground before I dropped from the teat.

I knew instantly something bad was happening.

A panic spread through the den, rippling from cat to cat like a breeze. They stampeded toward the back of the den, the mothers carrying their mewing offspring by the backs of their necks. My siblings and I surged toward our mother, crying for her, frightened because she was frightened.

Strong beams of light swept over us, stinging my eyes. They came from the hole, as did the sounds: "Jesus! There's a million cats in the crawl space!"

I had no sense of what was making these noises, nor why the den was filled with flashing lights. The scent of an entirely new sort of creature wafted toward me from the hole. We were in danger and it was these unseen creatures that were the threat. My mother panted, ducking her head, backing away, and we all did our best to stumble after her, beseeching her with our tiny voices not to leave us.

"Let me see. Oh Christ, look at all of them!"

"Is this going to be a problem?"

"Hell yes it's a problem."

"What do you want to do?"

"We'll have to call the exterminator."

I was able to distinguish a difference between the first set of sounds and the second, a variation of pitch and tone, though I wasn't sure what it meant.

"Can't we just poison them ourselves?"

"You got something on the truck?"

"No, but I can get some."

My mother continued to deny us the comfort of her teats. Her muscles were tense, her ears back, her attention focused on the source of the sounds. I wanted to nurse, to know we were safe.

"Well, but if we do that, we're going to have all these dead cats all over the neighborhood. There's too many. If we were just talking one or two, fine, but this is a whole cat colony."

"You wanted to finish the demo by the end of June. That don't give us a lot of time to get rid of them."

"I know."

"Look, see the bowls? Somebody's actually been feeding the damn things."

The lights dipped, joining together in a burning spot of brightness on the floor just inside the hole.

"Well that's just great. What the hell is wrong with people?"

"You want me to try to find out who it is?"

"Nah. The problem goes away when the cats do. I'll call somebody."

The probing lights flickered around one last time, and then winked out. I heard dirt moving and distinct, heavy footfalls, so much louder than the quiet steps of the cats. Slowly, the presence of the new creatures faded from the hole, and gradually the kittens resumed their play, happy again. I nursed alongside my siblings, then went to see Mother Cat's kitties. As usual, when the daylight coming through the square hole dimmed, the adult cats streamed out, and during the night I would hear them return and sometimes smell the blood of the small kill they were bringing back to their respective broods.

When Mother hunted, she went no farther than the big bowls of dry food that were set just inside the square hole. I could smell the meal on her breath and it was fish and plants and meats, and I began to wonder what it would taste like.

Whatever had happened to cause the panic was over.

* * *

I was playing with Mother Cat's relentless kittens when our world shattered. This time the light wasn't a single shaft, it was a blazing explosion, turning everything bright.

The cats scattered in terror. I froze, unsure what I should do.

"Get the nets ready; when they run they're going to do it all at once!"

A sound from outside of the hole. "We're ready!"

Three large beings wriggled in behind the light. They were the first humans I had ever seen, but I had smelled others, I now realized — I just had not been able to visualize what they looked like. Something deep inside of me sparked a recognition — I felt strangely drawn to them, wanting to run to them as they crawled forward into the den. Yet the alarm crackling in the frenzied cats froze me in place.

"Got one!"

A male cat hissed and screamed.

"Jesus!"

"Watch it, a couple just escaped!"

"Well, hell!" came the response from outside.

I was separated from my mother and tried to sort out her scent from among the cats, and then went limp when I felt the sharp teeth on the nape of my neck. Mother Cat dragged me back, deep into the shadows, to a place where a large crack split the stone wall. She squeezed me through the crack into a small, tight space and set me down with her kittens, curling up with us. The cats were utterly silent, following Mother Cat's lead. I lay with them in the darkness and listened to the humans call to each other.

"There's also a litter of puppies here!"

"Are you kidding me? Hey, get that one!"

"Jesus, they're fast."

"Come on, kitty-kitty, we won't hurt you."

"There's the mother dog."

"Thing is terrified. Watch it don't bite you."

"It's okay. You'll be okay, girl. Come on."

"Gunter didn't say anything about dogs."

"He didn't say there would be so many frigging cats, either."

"Hey, you guys catching them in the nets out there?"

"This is hard as hell to do!" someone shouted from outside.

"Come on, doggie. Damn! Watch it! Here comes the mother dog!"

"Jesus! Okay, we got the dog!" called the outside voice.

"Here puppy, here puppy. They're so little!"

"And easier than the damn cats, that's for sure."

We heard these noises without comprehension as to what they might mean. Some light made its way into our space behind the wall, leaking in through the crack, but the human smells did not come any closer to our hiding place. The mingle of fear and feline on the air gradually faded, as did the sounds.

Eventually, I slept.

* * *

When I awoke, my mother was gone. My brothers and sisters were gone. The depression in the earth where we had been born and had laid nursing still smelled of our family, but the empty, vacant sense that overcame me when I sniffed for Mother brought a whimper from me, a sob in my throat I couldn't quiet.

I did not understand what had happened, but the only cats left in the space were Mother Cat and her kittens. Frantic, seeking answers and assurance, I went back to her, crying out my fear. She had brought her kittens out from behind the wall and they were gathered back on the small square of cloth I thought of as their home. Mother Cat examined me carefully with her black nose. Then she curled around me, lying down, and I followed the scent and began to nurse. The sensation on my tongue was new and strange, but the warmth and nurture were what I craved, and I fed gratefully. After a few moments, her kittens joined me.

* * *

The next morning, a few of the male cats returned. They approached Mother Cat, who hissed out a warning, and then went to their own area to sleep.

Later, when the light from the hole had been its brightest and had started to dim, I picked up a whiff of another human, a different one. Now that I understood the difference, I realized I had had this scent in my nose before.

"Kitty? Kitty?"

Mother Cat unexpectedly left us on our square of cloth. The odd flash of cold that came with her departure shocked all of us, and we turned to each other for comfort, squirming ourselves into a pile of kittens and dog. I could see her as she approached the hole, but she did not advance all the way out — just stood, faintly illuminated. The male cats were on alert, but they did not follow her to the human.

"Are you the only one left? I don't know what happened, I wasn't around to see, but there are tracks in the dirt, so I know there were trucks. Did they take all the other cats?" The human crawled in through the hole, momentarily blotting out the light. He was male — I could smell this, though I would not learn until later the distinction between man and woman. He seemed slightly larger than the first humans I'd seen.

Again, I was drawn to this special creature, an inexplicable yearning rising up inside me. But the memory of the terror of the day before kept me with my kitten siblings.

"Okay, I see you guys. Hi, how did you get away? And they took your bowls. Nice."

There was a rustling sound and the delicious smell of food wafted onto the air. "Here's a little bit for you. I'll go and get a bowl. Some water, too."

The man backed out, wriggling in the dirt. As soon as he was gone the cats surged forward, feeding ravenously on whatever was spilled on the dirt.

I alerted to the approach of the same person sooner than the cats, as if they were unable to identify his scent as it grew stronger. The males all reacted, though, when he reappeared at the hole, fleeing back to their corner. Only Mother Cat stood fast. A new bowl was shoved forward and there was a meal in it, but Mother Cat made no approach, just stood watching. I could sense her tension and knew she was ready to bolt and run if he tried to capture us like the other humans had.

"Here is some water, too. Do you have kittens? You look like you're nursing. Did they take your babies? Oh, kitty, I am so sorry. They're going to tear down these houses and put up an apartment complex. You and your family can't stay here, okay?"

Eventually the man left, and the adult cats cautiously resumed eating. I sniffed Mother Cat's mouth when she returned, but when I licked her face she turned abruptly away.

Time was marked by the shifting light pouring in from the square hole. More cats came; a few who had been living with us before, and a new female, whose arrival triggered a fight among the males that I watched with intense interest. One pair of combatants lay locked together for so long that the only way I knew they were not asleep was the way their tails flickered, not wagging in happiness but communicating a real distress. When they broke their clinch they stretched out on the ground, noses nearly touching, and made un-catlike sounds at each other. Another fight consisted of one male lying on his side and smacking another one, who was on all four feet. The standing one would tap the sprawling one on the top of the head and the one lying down would respond with a series of rapid clawings.

Why didn't they all get up on their back two legs and attack each other? This behavior, while stressful for all the animals in the den, seemed utterly pointless.

Other than Mother Cat I had no interaction with the adults, who acted as if I did not exist. I tangled with the kittens, wrestling and climbing and chasing all day. Sometimes I would growl at them, irritated with their style of play, which just seemed wrong, somehow. I wanted to climb on their backs and chew on their necks, but they couldn't seem to get the hang of this, going limp when I knocked them over or jumped on top of their tiny frames. Sometimes they wrapped their entire bodies around my snout, or batted at my face with teeny, sharp claws, pouncing on me from all angles.

At night I missed my siblings. I missed my mother. I had made a family, but I understood that the cats were different from me. I had a pack, but it was a pack of kitties, which did not seem right. I felt restless and unhappy and at times I would whimper out my anguish and Mother Cat would lick me and I would feel somewhat better, but things were just not the way they should have been.

Nearly every day, the man came and brought food. Mother Cat punished me with a swift slap on my nose when I tried to approach him, and I learned the rules of the den: we were not to be seen by humans. None of the other felines seemed at all inclined to feel the touch of a person, but for me a growing desire to be held by him made it increasingly difficult to obey the laws of the den.

When Mother Cat stopped nursing us, we had to adjust to eating the meals the man supplied, which consisted of tasty, dried morsels and then sometimes exotic, wet flesh. Once I grew accustomed to the change it was far better for me — I had been so hungry for so long it seemed a natural condition, but now I could eat my fill and lap up as much water as I could hold. I consumed more than my sibling kitties combined, and was now noticeably larger than any of them, though they all were unimpressed by my size and resolutely refused to play properly, continuing to mostly claw at my nose.

We mimicked Mother Cat and shied away from the hole when the human presence filled it, but otherwise dared to flirt with the very edge, drinking in the rich aromas from outside. Mother Cat sometimes went out at night, and I could sense that the kittens all wanted to join her. For me, it was more the daylight that lured, but I was mindful of Mother Cat and knew she would swiftly punish any attempt to stray beyond the boundary.

One day the man, whose fragrances were as familiar to me now as Mother Cat's, appeared just outside the hole, making sounds. I could sense other humans with him.

"They're usually way toward the back. The mother comes closer when I bring food, but she won't let me touch her."

"Is there another way out of the crawl space besides this window?" It was a different voice, accompanied by different smells — a woman. I unconsciously wagged my tail.

"I don't think so. How will this work?"

"We've got these big gloves to protect us, and if you'll stay here with the net, you can catch any cats that make it past us. How many are there?"

"I don't know, now. Until recently the female was obviously nursing, but if there are any kittens they don't come out in the day. A couple others, I don't know what sex. There used to be so many, but I guess the developer must have gotten them. He's going to tear down this whole row of houses and put up an apartment complex."

"He'll never get a demolition permit with feral cats living here."

"That's probably why he did it. Do you think he hurt the ones he caught?"

"Um, okay, so, there's no law against trapping and destroying cats living on your own property. I mean, he could have taken them to one of the other shelters, I guess."

"There were a lot of them. The whole property was crawling with cats."

(Continues…)


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A Dog's Way Home 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fast paced and heartwarming
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best heartwarming story showing that the breed or size of a dog does not matter, but the personality.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I have an ambivalence toward pit bulls, but this was an exception! Following Bella as she persevered was so captivating. @
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved going on this adventure through Colorado with Bella!
eak321 More than 1 year ago
This book was very hard for me to read. Not from the way it was written, but because of the subject matter. Having lost two dogs too young a couple of years ago, I guess I'm ultra-sensitive to dogs in peril or being hurt. It's why I can't stomach when friends share articles on Facebook about animal abuse. And why I'm probably a helicopter parent with my current two dogs. Anyway, in the novel, I know that things are going to (eventually) turn out ok for Bella when she gets lost and is trying to find her way back home, but I just want to give her comfort and security right away. I don't want her to go through any trauma or feel pain or sorrow. All that said, the book is excellently written. W. Bruce Cameron gets inside Bella's head and expertly tells the story from a dog's point of view, from puppyhood to adulthood. It's written in a manner as if told from a child's point of view. They don't understand the world around them or what's going on, but by telling us what they see, we understand what's going on. There were just a handful of times when I was a bit thrown off by the choice of words the author used. I felt like they were "too big" to be used by the dog (or a child). Other than that, the author had a clear grasp of dogs and their thoughts. It was clear he had raised his own dogs before.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved+the+story+fell+in+love+with+Bella%2C+just+finished+reading%2C+now+off+to+the+movies
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books ever
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book in one and a half days very heart warming story especially if your animal lover
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
Anonymous 3 months ago
This fiction novel tells the inspiring and entertaining story of a loyal dog Bella who will do anything to return to the loving hands of her owner Lucas. After she is claimed an illegal pit bull in Denver, Colorado, Lucas and his retired veteran mother are forced to move outside of their home which proves a tough challenge. Bella is sent to a foster home in Durango until things are sorted out, but after weeks without her owner she becomes determined that the only way to get him back is to “do Go Home”... through the 400 miles of rocky Colorado mountains. I loved that W. Bruce Cameron really has a way of making it feel like Bella’s thoughts are those of a real dog; observing and wondering about the world around her, and always wanting to help the good people and animals she finds just by following her heart. She helps show readers the power of true love, and that it’s the little things in life that count. Throughout this beautifully written novel I found myself feeling every emotion Bella went through; I felt her fear during terrifying life or death moments, and felt great elation when she had achieved a goal--even if it was a small one. Especially, I was grieving when she felt lost--literally in the wilderness but also inside, lonely and not knowing what to do without her person. My only problem with this book is that it starts off slowly and with a bit of repetition. It focuses on more of the human’s issues, the reader hearing the complicated conversations while Bella stood around. I would have liked it more if we could be put mostly in Bella’s shoes at the start of the story, having to think a bit for ourselves to figure out what was going on, for Bella can not understand the lengthy discussions between the people in the first many chapters. Too much detail was put into the entire beginning, focusing on more human interactions than Bella’s story. I understand that we need to hear a bit of human communication to understand the basis of what was happening, but the exposition of this book was a bit lengthy and overboard. Once Bella’s action kicked in, however, I started really loving the story. The plot is a bit predictable at times, and I feel like in some of the situations Bella was in she should have not survived so easily. However, it was still a great read overall. If you have read and enjoyed books like A Dog’s Purpose or A Dog’s Journey, also by W. Bruce Cameron, then you are sure to fall in love with this book as well, just as I did. Bella feels the same compassion and love for her owner as Bailey does, and is devastated when she loses him, desperate to be back with him. Although she doesn’t journey through multiple lives like Bailey, the tale of her survival in the wild is astonishing and frightening at the same time. She makes amazing friendships as well as ruthless enemies, and the story her fight for survival is so realistic and really is a true work of art.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Perfect for animal lovers After reading A Dog’s Way Home for my English class, it was easy to give it five stars: it made me love dogs more than ever. Perfect for animal lovers, not only is the book about dogs, but it is also told in a dog’s perspective, which is a unique touch that is not commonly seen in dog books. The book is extremely interesting, with plot twists and conflicts that keep the reader constantly hooked and on the edge of their seat. Although some people might argue that because the book is told through the eyes of a dog named Bella, that it is hard to understand what is happening in the story. However, the book’s greatest value is that it gives a different narrative than that of ordinary dog books. In fact, because the story is told from a dog’s view, it gives the reader a better understanding of how a dog might feel, how their own dogs behave, and why they act the way they do. It was fascinating to read and see just how a dog might feel and why, and it has given me a more educated understanding on the way my own dogs behave. I highly recommend A Dog’s Way Home to any animal lover interested in a unique story about dogs. It is filled with heartwarming moments and a new understanding of the true love of “Man’s Best Friend.”
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A+great+book+
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awsome book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can%27t+wait+to+see+the+movie+%21+%0A%0A%0A
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This++book++made+me+laugh+%2C++cry%2C+get+angry+%2C++be+hopeful+.++A+wonderful++read.
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
The story is sweet and pulls at one's heartstrings . There is a bit of The Incredible Journey and a bit of A Dog's Purpose to it. I loved that both cats and dogs are highlighted even though the main character and narrator is a dog named Bella. Just like the author's other books, the story is told from a dog's perspective so the writing style is short sentences, not a huge vocabulary and a bit childlike which makes this a good book for any age and those who might have a lower reading level. That is not to say that I did not enjoy this book, because I did. It is a bit different from the others I have read because this was one dog and one life, but what a life. Several subjects were brought up and high current. The discrimination of Pitbull type dog breeds, the problems of feral animals, how they are treated and the fact that many animals are just abandoned as well as Service Animals for both physical and emotional support. Bella's story is wonderful. She is an abandoned dog who is taken in by her person, Ethan. It turns out that not only can she sense when a seizure is coming on, but has wonderful senses and is able to provide comfort to those in distress. The story is told from her point of view stating that she just wants to be with her person and have a purpose. Her journey when she is separated from Ethan is amazing. It has a lot of adventure, side trips, and new people along the way. There is humor in just the right places, action, mystery, some sadness but overwhelming happiness as well as hope. I did need a few tissues along the way, but it was not too bad. Being a dog lover, I loved this book. It was well plotted with characters that I both loved and disliked. For every animal lover there are those who don't like animals and some of those are in this book. If you enjoy animal stories, pick this one up. The publisher generously provided me with a copy of this book via Netgalley.
Holly More than 1 year ago
You know when a book totally grabs your attention from the first few pages, you know that this will be a book that will stay with you long after reading it! I never read the first book in this stand alone series but you really don't need to since each book is different from the rest but they have the same idea of having the dog tell his or her side of the story. Having recently lost two dogs in the last 6 months, I knew going into this that it's more than likely that I'm going to cry over it but I never expected what part that would hit me the hardest. It was the part in the very beginning when Bella found herself drawn to the cats that got to me since one of my dogs thought he was a cat even though he was a hundred pound Labrador Retriever! I don't want to spoil anymore than that but it was like coming full circle when Bella finds herself, looking for Lucas in the deep woods with a unexpected ally! There was this one person in this book that I hated and you will discover who that is for what they do, even what they try to do in the end but we had to have a villain in this story and they fit it well. Just reading this book has made me go back and read the first book (A Dog's Purpose) in which a review will be coming soon for that heart-breaking book! It's going to be interesting to watch this movie when it comes out in January 2019 and see what is different and how they will make certain things happen that I think might be impossible to achieve but then again, the magic of Hollywood can make anything happen!! Thank You to W. Bruce Cameron for this heart-stopping adventure book that will touch any dog lover's hearts to the soul!! I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley!
lauriesophee More than 1 year ago
Oh! How I loved this book! Bruce Cameron makes dogs, cats all have a voice. This is a beautiful novel of love and hope. "Never judge a book by its cover "and "Never give up" is the mantra here. A wonderful message for all of us human beings. Bella the main character, found living under a house with a mother cat, falls in love with Lucas her "person". Yet, when she is unfairly taken from him, she never gives up! Fair warning: You are going to need a box of tissues!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutly loved it!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the fastest read I have ever had my hands on. I couldn't put it down. I absolutely LOVE Bella's unique and funny language which brings great laughter throughout the read. It's heartwarming, suspenseful, and hits home on its originality and realism. I only wish I would have started it earlier in the day so I could have read the whole thing in one sitting instead of two. Looking forward to what comes next from W. Bruce Cameron.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just finished reading another of W. Bruce Cameron's wonderful books. A Dog's Way Home highlights the plight of a pitbull mix dog in a town that does not allow this breed of dog. Bella was rescued by her owner from living under a house that was to be demolished, only to be separated from her owner due to the breed specific law. Her many "adventures" to stay alive and try to get across the mountains and back to her owner kept this reader feeling a variety of emotions as I followed what happened to her in her travels. I could not put this book down and when I did have to stop for a while, I couldn't wait to see what was to happen next. A Dog's Way Home is another great story told from the viewpoint of the dog and shows the persistence of an animal when searching for the safety and love of her owner.
Nolichucky More than 1 year ago
I need to stop being surprised just how good Cameron truly is. I have loved all his books – from the No. 1 best-seller "A Dog's Purpose" to his "Repo" series and everything in between, but his latest, "A Dog's Way Home," is as much a delight as anything he's done. Once again, Cameron is telling a story from a dog's point of view, and he doesn't disappoint or, most importantly, repeat himself. There are certainly those elements that fans of Cameron crave – the humor, the warmth, the emotion, and a gosh-darn good dog, but there is also a call to arms in this book, which deals with unfair laws in some parts of the country that are outlawing pitbulls. What Cameron always does best in his books is to drive home a message, and he skillfully does that here. You will pull for Bella every step of the way in "A Dog's Way Home," and you will feel strongly about many of the human characters, too, which may be the best part of the book. Cameron has always made readers love the characters in his book – be they human or canine, but "A Dog's Way Home" in, however strange this may sound in a book about a dog, it was the humans who ended up starring in this great wag-of-the-tail tale. Dog lovers will see a little bit of themselves in the various humans who, in their own ways, loved Bella, needed Bella, found comfort in Bella. It was a joy to read this book. Pure joy. ... If you need a great book to read, and one that will make you love your dog just a little bit more, get this book.
Allison_P More than 1 year ago
Another winner from W. Bruce Cameron! We follow young Lucas and his rescued dog, Bella, thru heart-stopping trials and tribulations. Bella is questionably labeled a pit bull by animal control in Denver, causing Lucas to relinquish her to a foster home far away for a while. Bella knows she is meant to be with her heartbroken Lucas and we follow her determined attempt for the reunion we are rooting for with each page we turn. Woven into this splendid story are great lessons of how valuable dogs are to people with various healing needs. Man's (and cat's) best friend.....indeed! Another captivating read from W. Bruce Cameron that you won't be able to put down.