What first seems like a walk in the park to wise and lovable canine narrator Chet and his human companion Bernie—to investigate threats made against a pretty, pampered show dog—turns into a serious case when Princess and her owner are abducted. To make matters worse, Bernie’s on-again, off-again girlfriend, reporter Susie Sanchez, disappears too. When Chet is separated from Bernie, he’s on his own to put the pieces together, find his way home, and save the day. Spencer Quinn’s “brilliantly original” (Richmond Times-Dispatch) and “masterful” (Los Angeles Times) series combines genuine suspense and intrigue with humor and insight for a tail-wagging good time readers won’t soon forget.
About the Author
Date of Birth:June 28, 1947
Place of Birth:Brooklline, Massachusetts
Education:BA, Williams College, 1968
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The perp looked around—what nasty little eyes he had!—and saw there was nowhere to go. We were in some kind of warehouse, big and shadowy, with a few grimy high-up windows and tall stacks of machine parts. I couldn’t remember how the warehouse fit in, exactly, or even what the whole case was all about; only knew beyond a doubt, from those nasty eyes and that sour end-of-the-line smell, a bit like those kosher pickles Bernie had with his BLTs—I’d tried one; once was enough for the kosher pickles, although I always had time for a BLT—that this guy was the perp. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the pant leg. Case closed.
The perp cried out in pain, a horrible, high-pitched sound that made me want to cover my ears. Too bad I can’t do that, but no complaints—I’m happy the way I am (even if my ears don’t match, something I found out about a while back but can’t get into right now). The perp’s noises went on and on and finally it hit me that maybe I had more than just his pant leg. That happened sometimes: my teeth are probably longer than yours and sharper, too. What was that? Yes, the taste of blood. My mistake, but a very exciting one all the same.
“Call him off !” the perp screamed. “I give up.”
Bernie came running up from behind. “Good work, Chet,” he said, huffing and puffing. Poor Bernie—he was trying to give up smoking again but not having much luck.
“Get him off ! He’s biting me!”
“Chet wouldn’t bite,” Bernie said. “Not deliberately.”
“Not deliberately? What are you—”
“On the other hand, round about now he usually likes to hear a confession.”
“Huh? He’s a goddamn dog.”
“Language,” said Bernie.
Those nasty eyes shifted around, looking wild now. “But he’s a dog.”
“True,” Bernie said.
I wagged my tail. And maybe, on account of the good mood I was in—what was better than a job well done?—shook my head from side to side a bit.
“Aaiieeee! I confess! I confess!”
“To what? The El Camino jewel heist, for Christ sake.”
“El Camino jewel heist?” said Bernie. “We’re here about the Bar J Guest Ranch arson.”
“That, too,” said the perp. “Just get him offa me.”
“Chet?” Bernie said. “Chet?”
Oh, all right, but how about that taste, human blood? Addictive or what?
Hours later we had two checks, one for the arson, one for the jewel heist, and a good thing, too, because our finances were a mess—alimony, child support, a bad investment in some company with plans to make Hawaiian pants just like the Hawaiian shirts Bernie wears on special occasions, and not much work lately except for divorce cases, never any fun. We run a detective agency, me and Bernie, called the Little Detective Agency on account of Little being Bernie’s last name. My name’s Chet, pure and simple. Headquarters is our house on Mesquite Road, a nice place with a big tree out front, perfect for napping under, and the whole canyon easily accessible out back, if it just so happens someone left the gate open. And then, up in the canyon—well, say no more.
“This calls for a celebration,” Bernie said. “How about a chew strip?” Was that a serious question? Who says no to a chew strip? He opened the cupboard over the sink, where the chew strips were kept; at one time, a very nice time, they’d been on an open shelf, lower down. “And while we’re at it . . .” Uh-oh. Bernie reached for the bottle of bourbon, standing by the chew strip box.
We sat out back, watching the light change on the far side of the canyon as the sun went down, Bernie at the table sipping bourbon, me under it, trying to take my time with the chew strip. This wasn’t any chew strip, but a high-end bacon-flavored rawhide chew from Rover and Company, an outfit owned by our buddy Simon something or other, whom we’d met on a missing-persons case, our specialty. Bacon smell—the best there is—rose all around me, like a dense cloud. I glanced up at Bernie through the glass tabletop. Could he smell it? Probably not. The puniness of his sense of smell—and the sense of smell of humans in general—was something I’ve never gotten used to.
He looked down at me. “What’s on your mind, boy? Ten to one you’re thinking about how you chased that guy down.” Wrong, but at that moment he reached over and scratched between my ears, right on a spot I hadn’t even realized was desperate for scratching, so I gave my tail a thump. Bernie laughed. “Read your mind,” he said. Not close, but I didn’t care—he could believe whatever he wanted as long as he kept up this scratching, digging his nails in just so, an expert. He stopped—too soon, always too soon—and said, “How about Dry Gulch? Hell, we earned it.”
I was on my feet, gulping down what was left of the chew strip. The Dry Gulch Steakhouse and Saloon was one of our favorites. They had a big wooden cowboy out front—I’d lifted my leg against him once, not good, I know, but just too tempting—and a patio bar in back where my guys were welcome. We went in the Porsche—an old topless one that had replaced our not-quite-as-old topless one after it shot off a cliff on a day I’ll never forget, although I’ve actually forgotten most of it already—brown with yellow doors, Bernie driving, me riding shotgun. Loved riding shotgun: what was better than this? I stuck my head way up, into the wind: smells went by faster than I could sort them out, a kind of nose feast that I’m afraid you’ll never—
“Hey, Chet, a little space, buddy.”
Oops. Way over on Bernie’s side. I shifted closer to my door.
“And ease up on the drooling.”
Drooling? Me? I moved over as far as I could and sat stiffly the rest of the way, back straight, eyes forward, aloof. I wasn’t alone in the drooling department, had seen Bernie drooling in his sleep more than once, and Leda, too, Bernie’s ex-wife, meaning humans drooled, big time. But had I ever made the slightest fuss about it, or thought less of them? You tell me.
We sat in the patio bar at the Dry Gulch Steakhouse and Saloon, Bernie on the end stool, me on the floor. The big summer heat—not just heat but pressure, like a heavy blanket is always weighing down on you—was over, but it was still plenty hot and the cool tiles felt good. Bernie pointed across the street with his chin. “What’s that?”
“What’s what?” said the bartender.
“That hole in the ground.”
“Condos,” the bartender said. “Ten stories? Fifteen maybe?”
Bernie has dark, prominent eyebrows with a language all their own. Sometimes, like now, they grew jagged and his whole face, normally such a nice sight, darkened. “And when the aquifer runs dry, what then?” he said.
“Aquifer?” said the bartender.
“Any idea of the current population of the Valley?” Bernie said.
“The whole valley?” said the bartender. “Gotta be up there.” Bernie gave him a long look, then ordered a double.
A waitress in a cowboy hat came by. “Is that Chet? Haven’t seen you in a while.” She knelt down, gave me a pat. “Still like steak tips?” Why would that ever change? “Hey, easy, boy.”
Bernie had a burger and another bourbon; steak tips and water for me. His face returned to normal. Whew. Bernie worried about the aquifer a lot and sometimes when he got going couldn’t stop. All our water came from the aquifer—I’d heard him say that over and over, although I’d never laid eyes on this aquifer, whatever it was. I didn’t get it at all: there was plenty of water in the Valley—how else to explain all that spraying on the golf courses, morning and evening, and those beautiful little rainbows the sprinklers made? We had water out the yingyang. I got up and pressed my head against Bernie’s leg. He did some light scratching in that space between my eyes, impossible for me to get to. Ah, bliss. I spotted a French fry under the stool next to Bernie’s and snapped it up.
A bourbon or two later, Lieutenant Stine of the Metro PD—a trim little guy in a dark suit—walked in. Bernie had worked for him sometime in the distant past, before my adventures in K-9 school (washing out on the very last day, a long story, but it’s no secret that a cat was involved) and had played some role in Bernie and me getting together, the exact details a bit foggy.
“Hear you cleared the El Camino case,” Lieutenant Stine said. “Nice job.”
“Luck, mostly,” Bernie said.
“And a full confession to boot.”
Lieutenant Stine glanced down, saw me. He had a thin face and thin lips, didn’t smile much in my experience, but he smiled now, somehow ended up looking a little dangerous. “He’s a good interrogator,” he said.
“The best,” said Bernie.
I thumped my tail.
“Understand a tidy reward went along with that,” the lieutenant said. A few stools down the row, a guy in a Hawaiian shirt glanced over.
“No complaints,” Bernie said to Lieutenant Stine. “What are you drinking?”
A minute or so later, Bernie and the lieutenant were clinking glasses. I’d lost count of Bernie’s bourbons by now; counting isn’t my strength, not past two.
“Glad I ran into you,” Lieutenant Stine said. “There’s a little something that might be up your alley.”
“Like what?” Bernie said.
Lieutenant Stine glanced down at me. “Up your alley for sure, come to think of it,” he said. “And potentially lucrative besides.”
“You have our attention,” said Bernie.
Lieutenant Stine lowered his voice, but nowhere near out of my range. Have I mentioned the sharpness of my hearing yet, or was that just about my teeth? At that very moment, for example, I could hear a woman huddled over a cell phone at a table clear across the room saying “They’re upping my medication.” That sounded so interesting, I missed the beginning of the lieutenant’s remark, tuning in in time to catch “. . . Great Western Dog Show.”
“Never heard of it,” Bernie said.
“I’m surprised,” said the lieutenant. “There’s been a lot of publicity.” Bernie shrugged. I loved that shrug of his. If only I could do that! I gave it a try, but all that happened was the hair on my back stood up on end. “. . . coming to the Arena end of next week,” the lieutenant was saying. “Used to be in Denver, but the mayor lured them here.”
“For the money it’ll bring into the Valley, what else?”
“Hotel bookings, food and drink, all the tourist shit,” said Lieutenant Stine. “The flowers alone come to a quarter mill.”
“Flowers?” Bernie said.
“Exactly,” said the lieutenant. “The Great Western crowd is a certain class of people—happens to be the mayor’s favorite class, actually.”
“I thought he was the reform guy.”
“You’re not alone.”
“So what does he want me to do?” Bernie said, knocking back more bourbon. “Give the welcoming address?”
Lieutenant Stine laughed. There was something metallic in the sound; it gave me a bad feeling, deep inside my ears. “Not quite,” he said. “In fact, he didn’t single you out per se—it’s even possible he’s never heard of you, believe it or not—he just wants someone like you.”
“To do what?”
The lieutenant lowered his voice some more. “Bodyguard duty.”
“Nope? Just like that?”
“We don’t do bodyguard duty.”
“What about the Junior Ramirez case?”
“This is different. First, it pays two grand a day. Second, next to a psychotic like Junior Ramirez, this client’s a walk in the park.” Lieutenant Stine laughed that metallic laugh again. “Just about literally,” he said.
“Two grand?” Bernie said.
“And a bonus at the end wouldn’t be a stretch.”
“Who’s the client?” Bernie said. And, despite my memories of guarding Junior Ramirez—especially that incident with the ice cream and the razor blade—I was glad. Our finances were a mess, and two grand was two grand, and a whole week of two grands was . . . well, I’ll leave that to you.
Lieutenant Stine reached into his jacket pocket, took out a photo.
“What’s this?” Bernie said.
“That’s her long name on the back,” the lieutenant said. “‘Kingsbury’s First Lady Belle.’ But for every day I think they call her Princess.”
“The client is a dog?”
I sat up. Bernie was gazing at the photo. I could see it, too. One of my guys was in the picture? Where? And then I spotted her: a tiny fluffball with huge dark eyes, reclining on a satin pillow. I knew satin pillows on account of Leda having had one, although it got chewed up in a kind of frenzy, the details of the episode not too clear in my mind. But that satin taste: so strange and interesting, a vivid memory. I glanced around the Dry Gulch bar: no satin in view.
“Not just any dog,” said Lieutenant Stine. “Princess is one of the top dogs in the country. She won best in show at Balmoral.”
“You don’t know Balmoral? It’s on ESPN2 every year, Bernie—the biggest dog show in the country.”
“Never heard of it,” Bernie said.
Lieutenant Stine gave Bernie a sideways look. I’d seen other friends of Bernie’s do the same thing, Sergeant Torres at Missing Persons, for example, or Otis DeWayne, our weapons guy—but didn’t know what it meant. “So you don’t want the job?” the lieutenant said.
Job? What job? Making sure that a fluffball on a satin pillow stayed out of trouble? That was free money, not a job. Come on, Bernie.
“Who’s the owner?” Bernie said.
“Woman name of Adelina Borghese.”
“Italy, I think. But she owns a spread over in Rio Loco.”
“Rio Loco?” Bernie said. “I’ll talk to her.”
The lieutenant nodded. “Knew you wouldn’t say no to that kind of green.”
The Hawaiian shirt man glanced over again.
Bernie’s eyebrows went a little jagged. “I’ll talk to her, that’s all. I can still say no.”
Lieutenant Stine went away. I polished off my steak tips, stretched out on those cool tiles, chilled out. What a life! The final chase through the warehouse ran pleasantly through my mind. And then again. After a while, I grew aware that the Hawaiian shirt guy had moved next to Bernie and struck up a conversation, at first about Hawaiian shirts, then about something else.
“What I run,” he was saying, “is what you might call a hedge fund for the little guy.”
“Little guy?” said Bernie.
“Not little in terms of intelligence or ability,” the Hawaiian shirt man added quickly. “But for one reason or another, men of distinction who don’t happen to be Wall Street insiders. I’ve had some nice play in commodities lately. You’re familiar with the basics of tin futures?”
Bernie motioned for another drink, overturning the salt and pepper. “Can’t be that complicated,” he said.
“Exactly,” replied the Hawaiian shirt man. And to the bartender when Bernie’s drink came: “I’ll get that.” Then came a lot of back and forth about tin, puts, calls, Bolivia, and other mysteries. My eyelids got heavy, way too heavy to keep open. I let them close, drifted off. Harmless talk was all it was. As long as the checkbook didn’t come out of Bernie’s pocket, we were in good shape.
Sometime later I awoke, feeling tip-top. I got up, gave myself a good shake, looked around. The bar was empty except for me, the bartender, the man in the Hawaiian shirt, and Bernie. The only completely sober one was me. Then came the bartender, the man in the Hawaiian shirt, and Bernie, dead last. Also, the checkbook was coming out.
© 2010 Spencer Quinn
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for To Fetch a Thief includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Spencer Quinn. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
As the third book in the bestselling series of Chet and Bernie mysteries, To Fetch a Thief confirms the standing of rough-and-tumble canine Chet as one of the most unique and beloved narrators in fiction today. With his human partner Bernie, they make an unbeatable detective team. This time, a circus elephant named Peanut has disappeared, along with her trainer. This mystery only deepens for Chet and Bernie as their search takes them across the Mexican border, where they must fight a criminal operation that is powerful, far-reaching—and deadly.
- How does having a canine narrator affect your understanding of the story? Does it help or hinder?
- Chet frequently sees beauty in everyday and sometimes even dangerous things: beer droplets flying through the air, a blazing motel fire, even the way the world looks in the morning after he’s been up all night. Contrast Chet’s joyous outlook on life with the violent characters and actions in the story. How do these two disparate aspects play off one another? What larger comment does this make about the power of perspective?
- Chet often ruminates on the actual process of thinking and has thoughts that enter his mind but go unfinished. He can also sense when people are having thoughts—not what they are thinking about, but the very act of thinking. How does this assist him in his detective work? How does Chet’s thinking about thinking, or metacognition, affect your perception of the story?
- Chet sees a similarity between Bernie and the little Mexican girl he mistakenly (and hilariously) calls “Pobre” (p. 280). How do you think these two characters are similar?
- Consider the relationship between Chet and Bernie. In what ways is it like a classic, buddy-detective relationship, and in what ways is it different?
- At first it would seem that Bernie, as a human, brings the most to the partnership with Chet. However, Chet brings many nonhuman aspects to the table that are essential to their success as a detective team: a superior sense of smell, agility, keen judgment of human facial expressions, and the ability to sense emotions like fear, etc. Is theirs an equal partnership?
- By the end of the story it seems that Bernie and Suzie Sanchez might be heading toward a more serious relationship. How do you think Chet will be affected by this closer relationship?
- What kind of dog do you think Chet is? A mutt? Purebred? Why do you think it is never explicitly stated in the story?
- Marvin Winkleman gets caught using the services at Livia’s brothel, yet he is obsessed with finding out whether his wife is cheating on him and who the other man is. As a cheater himself, why do you think this matters so much to him?
- When Chet tries to herd Peanut after their escape from the warehouse, he keeps telling himself he’s the one in charge. Is that accurate? Why do you think Peanut eventually trusts him enough to go with him?
- Why does Bernie decide not to tell Leda about Malcom’s infidelity? Is it solely for Charlie’s benefit?
- The story contains several examples of relationships where the power is out of balance, as well as those where the power equation is more equal. Identify some examples of each. How does the quality of these relationships compare? Do any of them change by the end of the story?
A Conversation with Spencer Quinn
You have a very strong online presence: www.ChetTheDog.com, Facebook, Twitter, etc. Do you feel that the internet allows you to have closer interaction with your readers?
Yes, there’s no question. But in a way, since the blog and Twitter are both in Chet’s voice, it’s partly that Chet has the interaction with readers. I wouldn’t want to push this too far, but he does seem real to a lot of readers. Of course—and most especially when I’m actually writing the stories—he seems real to me, too.
Having embraced the internet as a communication and promotional tool, what are your thoughts on the increasing number of book reviews posted online by bloggers?
Well, why not? Everyone has a right to an opinion. Some of the amateur reviews—and I mean that in the sense of being unpaid—are very well thought out and written. There’s also a love for reading often apparent, too—an emotional investment you don’t sense as much from the pros.
Your fans leave an exceptional number of comments on each of your blog entries—a quick count reveals an average of between seventy and one hundred comments for each post. People also seem to love writing in as their dogs, posting photos, etc. Is your blog more popular than you expected?
I had no idea what to expect. That a whole community has formed, a community with real fellow-feeling, is just amazing to me. Chet posts about all kinds of things, and also reports on conversations at HQ, with regular appearances by Admin, Spence, and Bernie. There are also serial mysteries, involving some characters from the books and others who may appear later in the series. And don’t forget the occasional pop quiz, with prizes. There are many great photos of dogs (and not just dogs) in the Friends of Chet section.
Do you ever meet your fans in person? If so, what is the most valuable or helpful aspect of being face-to-face with them?
I do meet readers at signings. It’s just so encouraging to realize you’re giving pleasure to a lot of people.
Your writing highlights a keen perception of the mind of a dog as well as a fully fleshed, realistic relationship between Chet and Bernie. Do any particular factors in your own life inform these memorable characters?
We’ve always had dogs—or they’ve had us. The rest is just osmosis.
Is Chet based on your own dog? Do you have a Chet-and-Bernie type relationship with her?
I couldn’t have written this series if I’d been dogless, but Chet came into my head pretty much as a fully-formed character, based on nobody. Audrey does have an independent streak like Chet’s. And she’s very, very enthusiastic about treats.
The Chet and Bernie mysteries are a bestselling series, garnering extensive critical praise. Are there any challenges to following up such early and strong success?
I never think about things like that. With Chet and Bernie, I’ve stumbled into a fictional world that seems more and more full of writerly possibility.
What prompted you to write about illegal trafficking of exotic animals?
Partly because of this series, and the preparational thought required, I’ve grown more interested in our relationship with animals in general. Also, the illegal trafficking business in exotic animals is huge, and for me much more interesting as subject matter than yet another crime story about drugs.
Particularly memorable in To Fetch a Thief is the contrast between Chet’s appreciation of beauty and the simple joys of life and the violent situations and hopelessness surrounding some of the human characters in the book. Are you making a comment on the different outlooks of dogs and humans?
A comment is definitely being made, but not overtly. I’ll let the thematic stuff speak for itself.
What are you working on now? Will any aspect of Chet’s blog make its way into a new story?
Yes, some blog material will flow into the books. There are some blog characters like the art expert Muriel Breit, and the troubled family of Colonel Bob from Thereby Hangs a Tail, whom we will see again.
Enhance Your Book Club
- Check out the author’s website: www.ChetTheDog.com. You can read Chet’s latest musings in his posts, send in a picture of your own dog, and even comment on the posts in the voice of your pet!
- Learn more about elephant abuse and what can be done to stop it, as well as elephant sanctuaries like the one where Peanut ended up. Two good places to start are The Elephant Sanctuary in Hohenwald, TN: www.elephants.com and The World Wildlife Center: www.worldwildlife.org.
- Write a paragraph from the perspective of a dog, cat, other pet, or any kind of animal. Share your stories with the group.
- Chet often refers to the regrettable outcome of his final test at K-9 school. If it weren’t for Bernie, failing that test would have left him jobless and possibly even homeless. Find out more about homeless dogs and other pets at the ASPCA: www.aspca.org.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is the second book in this series, and a considerable improvement over the first. I had a couple of laugh out loud moments while reading this book, whereas the first book was cute but not funny and the first mystery wasn't one. This book keeps you guessing as to who, how many, and how bad re the bad guys, and the style of story-as-told-by-dog has gotten much better. As Chet relates the tale to you, you can start to see into his doggie ADHD, and understand how he flunked out of the academy and ended up with Bernie. Bernie is the loser everybody really wants to be a winner, an honest guy, a man with honor, a human who really loves his dog and his kid. The plot is better in this second installation, characters are more developed, and we get more history on the dynamic duo who are Chet and Bernie. Chhhhhe..e..e..e..etttttt?!
Chet and Bernie once again take on the bad guys. This time we meet Princess, a tiny "show" dog, and find a murderous plot surrounds her. What do the hippies have to do with anything? How about the sheriff or the husband? As the plot unfolds, we find Suzy (reporter) back in the mix. Will Chet ever get more of the special bisquits? I enjoyed this sequel to "Dog On It." Reading the book from Chet's point of view makes me look at my own dog and wonder what he is thinking. Spencer Quinn has another hit on his hands and I can't wait for number 3!!
I really enjoyed the first book and I believe I enjoyed this one even more. I appreciate the way Quinn makes Chet such a believable character in terms of a dog. As I read the book and Chet's reaction to things and at he same time watched my dogs, a lab and a border collie, Chet's manerisms seemed ever so real to me. Quinn's books make me laugh as well as has mystery enough to keep me reading to see what happens. It seems to me that this book was better than the first one in terms of the story line and flow of events. I bought this book as a Valentine gift for my husband because he enjoyed the first so much. We are fans!
I have become a very big fan of the Chet & Bernie mystery series ever since reading the 1st book, DOG ON IT, which was given to me from my aunt as a birthday present. I am now on the fourth book, THE DOG WHO KNEW TOO MUCH, & am enjoying it very much too. I love mystery books and also love books with animals in them, having collected & read all of the books in the Cat Who, Joe Grey, Mrs. Murphy, & Midnight Louie series, & I have a very good time solving the mysteries in the books along with the main characters & at the end piecing together all of the clues & finding out the identity of the guilty party or parties & seeing them sent to prison where they belong. Give the Chet & Bernie mysteries a try if you like mysteries like me. You will not regret it.
I wouldn't dare to write a negative review. I'm afraid Chet might chase me down and grab me by the pant let.
I read this after reading first book of this new series, truly a unique way of writing the story with dog as main narrator, Could easily visualize the dog telling the story.Great plots and excellant descriptions of happenings. Definitely enjoyed and awaiting further sequels in this series.
Ok, I am a dog lover, and there is no doubt about it, I love Chet! He reminds me of my dog Charley who was indeed my guardian Angel. He was always there to protect me, and if he didn't like you, you would find out very soon. I have finished all of the books and there wasn't one that I didn't love. Mr. Quinn, please keep Chet in your books, and make the books longer.
Love that Chet, who loves his Bernie... Story kept me guessing for a while, "panting" for the rest of the series!
A very cute, well done mystery told in the voice of Chet the Dog. It really puts a different twist on a story to see it in the eye of a dog. It is a crafty weave that gives us all the detail we need to follow the detectives and yet still know only what the dog does. There was more language in it than I would like. Leaves a bit of a mystery that still needs to be solved. Must read the next one.
The Spencer Quinn stories narrated by Chet the dog are fun to read. I started looking at my dog differently and could see him in many of Chet's gestures and comments.
This is number 2 in the Chet and Bernie series but just as good as #1. We learn more about Chet's past and his early experiences with Bernie. Still do not know, for sure, why one of the neighbors is not a fan of Chet. Once again, Chet has faith in Bernie's ability to solve the case. Chet does worry about their finances, with good reason, but seems to think Bernie will figure that out too. There are times when Chet's mind seems to wander as it seems to be with my own dog but, when the chips are down, he comes through and Bernie picks up on the very subtle hints Chet is able to give. Waiting eagerly for book number 3.
This is the second book in a new series about a Private Investigator and his dog Chet. Throughout the story Chet's perspective is often running right alongside his owners thoughts. He's asked to investigate a death threat made against the #1 show dog and its owner/handler. Its a cute easy read which does keep your interest. The interplay between the PI and his dog is cute and often humorous.There is enough action and intrigue to hold your attention, as well as the mystery as to who is behind this. If you like animals, dogs in particular, and want a little mystery, this may be the book for you.
Just as good as the first book.
This is the second book by Spencer Quinn that I have read. Both have been good. The character of the dog is developed further in this book; the dog's "thoughts" are just how they "think"! (I have a dog). The plot this time was similar to that in the first book but there were enough differences that I did not feel I was re-reading the first one. The dog makes the book!
chet is awesome
Okay, I'm not ashamed to admit it ¿ I like the occasional book narrated by a dog or a cat or any other improbable creature as long as it is decently written and it entertains me. The second in this series, narrated by P. I. Bernie's dog and sidekick, Chet, fits the bill. Although there are deaths and bad things, this is pretty light as a mystery goes. The mystery, in this case a missing show dog (Princess) and a missing person, is secondary to Chet's viewpoint. What I love is how Chet seems so truly doggie, completely loyal to his master, not seeing Bernie's shortcomings except the insignificant (like the tiny size of Bernie's nose and his inability to smell very well), and easily surprised when his own tail starts wagging and creates a breeze or when a growl escapes as he sees the bad guys. He doesn't always understand Bernie when Bernie is ranting about squandering the aquifer because Chet sees plenty of water, just look at the watering of the golf course, but he accepts his little eccentricities fully.I didn't enjoy this book quite as much as the first in the series, Dog On It, because it was a bit too similar, but I will read the next book when it comes out. Without giving away plot, at the end of the book there is an unresolved situation involving Chet and I want to see how that turns out.I usually prefer to read books rather than listening to them, but this book is perfect for listening. Reader Jim Frangione has the perfect voice for Chet.
Chet and Bernie run the Little Detective Agency - because Bernie's last name is Little, as Chet will let you know - Bernie's a P.I. and Chet is his dog, a K-9 school almost graduate.Back in their second mystery of this series, Chet and Bernie are pulled into a world they're both almost wholly unaware of: that of the competitive dog shows. When Princess, one of the top competitors is threatened, or, at least, her owner feels that way, she comes to Bernie for protection.It's not their usual type of job, but as Chet wants to point out, money is money. And they're in sore need of it. No one - aside from Princess' owners and trainer are taking the case that seriously, police included, until Princess and her owner are kidnapped.That's when Chet and Bernie's real detective skills come into play.Then when the two are separated, it's up to Chet to find clues, stay safe, and get back to Bernie all on his own.Will the two be able to solve this mystery? One that started out seeming so silly but is gradually seeming more and more dangerous - to them and those around them.I really loved Dog on It (the first in this series) and was excited to see that this continued with the elements that made that novel so unique and enjoyable. Of course, I do love dogs and would probably love just about any (well written) book where a dog is one of the true characters. The Chet and Bernie Mysteries take things a step (or two or three) further, though by making Chet the series' narrator.It seems to be a great literary device. Not only is Quinn able to leave out parts of dialogue and/or observation that a human narrator would absolutely be faulted for, he's also able, through Chet, to bring in almost completely random parts of back story. Sometime they stay completely random but other times they seem to come into the story at a later time and are actually relevant.All this while making Chet more endearing and definitely more than 'just a dog' - if it's ever possible to be that.Some of the characters from the previous novel were carried over. In a way that those who read Dog on It would know who they were and have a bit more to start with than those who didn't, but they weren't so integral to the story that you have to have read the first mystery. Chet and Bernie are the real stars here and this series seems fairly standalone.There's one not major, but not tiny part of the plot that I'm hoping wasn't resolved in Thereby Hangs a Tail. If it was, it wrapped up much too quickly for how long it was a part of the story. There's also one part that I'm almost hoping is wrapped up but, at the same time, am pretty sure is not . . . it's something sure to keep you reading to the third To Catch a Thief, though!
I listened to DOG ON IT (review in link) a few months ago and became enamoured of Chet and Bernie...mostly Chet. The story told from the point of view of a smart dog was a very neat premise. Add that to the well written mystery and it was a winner. THEREBY HANGS A TAIL was equally as good. It doesn't go all Disney and have all the dogs talking to each other. It's just Chet doing the narrating, leaving it sort of noir-ish in feeling. There's the down on his luck PI, the sassy reporter girlfriend of the DOHL PI and there's the dog. Perfect.Bernie is a good PI, but a little naive when it comes to finances, making bad investment choices in tin futures from a guy who even Chet knows is a shyster. Bernie has to take the job as the bodyguard of the pampered show dog, Princess, just for the dough. Then the dog and her owner go missing and no one knows nuthin'...Chet and Bernie on the case. Darkly funny and a fab mystery..I can highly recommend this series.Five dog-earred beans....
Thereby Hangs a Tail by Spencer Quinn is the second in the Chet and Bernie Mystery series. It revolves around a case of a missing teenager, with our detectives getting involved in several mysteries as they try to solve the case. If you've not read any of the series yet, you should know that Chet and Bernie are private investigators. Bernie, the owner, is down on his luck detective with a heart and social conscience, while Chet, the narrator of the story, is a happy-go-lucky live for the moment sort of guy. Chet, incidentally, is a dog, and the entire story is told from his optimistic perspective. He enjoys the scents, sounds and tastes of life, loves Bernie unconditionally, and understands Bernie's words and gestures. He really doesn't solve any crimes, because he lives for the moment and forgets almost everything that happened previously, but helps out with his keen sense of smell, his ability to track, his protectiveness of Bernie, and his sixth sense for quickly assessing who is the bad guy. He quickly became my hero, with his keenness to please Bernie, his loyalty, enthusiasm, and good-natured humor. I had many laugh-out-loud moments in the story at Chet's narration; the author has found exactly the right tone for Chet. Bernie, as seen though Chet's eyes, is sweet, thoughtful, strong and wonderful. He talks to Chet constantly, which allows the story to flow along seamlessly. I laughed out loud many times while reading this book. It is really great fun, and highly recommended for dog and/or mystery lovers.
Love it, love it, love it! That Chet writes a darn good book. As usual, Chet and Bernie are in pursuit of some bad guys. They are on the road almost the entire book with Chet riding shotgun and making observations as they go. This time Bernie's romantic interest, Suzie Sanchez, goes missing along with a charming little show dog, Princess, and her owner Adelina. As usual, Chet knows way more about this than Bernie. But Bernie will finally catch up with Chet, and justice will be served. This is the most original mystery series to come down the pike in years. Can't wait for Chet to speak again! (And by the way, we vote that Princess is definitely a Maltese.)
The long awaited second installment of the private investigation adventures of Bernie and Chet from "Dog On It" (now out in paperback) is almost here! Yes, the boys are back in January, kicking bad guy butt and wagging tail. I found this book even more fun than the first one. This time they've become involved in a kidnapping (though no one is sure if the intended victim was the rich lady or her prize winning show dog) that blossoms into mayhem and murder. This will be an absolute hit, no question, and it will leave fans panting for more (especially the last few pages of incredibly frustrating foreshadowing that is personally driving me NUTS).Even if you didn't read "Dog On It", you'll like this book. There are a few references to some of the things that happened in it, but there are tons of references to cases we've never heard about before too--it's all part of a muddled backstory that Chet can't quite remember clearly or doesn't have time to tell you right now. It just adds to his canine charisma--he's a here and now kind of guy.
I liked this book even better than the first of the series... it was more "doglike." Hysterically funny if you are a "dog person;" I'm not sure if it would appeal to you if you aren't.
2nd in the series, after Dog On it, this is a delightful summer read about a private investigator and his 100 pound canine partner, Chet. It is Chet who relates their adventures from his perspective, yet the effect is neither cutesy nor saccharin.Chet adores Bernie, his human, snatches bacon, loves chew strips and is not above eating tennis balls and then vomiting them back up. His favorite activity is everything, but especially catching perps by the ankle. This story begins with a pet show and a possible dognapping of a prize winning poodle, Princess. It then develops into kidnapping, missing persons, and murder. All ends happily, and Chet, does indeed, satisfyingly catches the perp by the ankle.
I'm sorry but I do love this book; it's not great literature but I love the author's voice, the dog's voice (from whose perspective the book is written). I even love the speaker's jokes and silly confusion, it seems perfectly appropriate from a real dog's point of view. The plots aren't bad, either.
Thereby Hangs A Tail by Spencer Quinn, is a book I finished reading earlier this year. It is another Chet and Bernie mystery following in the footsteps of Dog On It. It was entertaining, but, I enjoyed the first one more than this one. Three stars.