My Dog Tulip is a Bitch

Perhaps I was so traumatized by the reading of My Dog Tulip by J.R. Ackerley that I forgot to post about it. Anyway I think this is the antidote to all those cute dog books out there. Ole J.R. spares us nothing....from the joys of Tulip's impacted anal glands we pass on to a grueling chapter on her coming into heat and then just when I thought we could go no further.... finding her a mate and hearing about their sexual dysfunction. J.R. is like Dr. Phil right there guiding them at all times, he can't even let her do that alone! There is something a tad unnatural in J.R.'s love for Tulip

I began to suspect something nasty in the woodshed when I read this moving passage :

"There came a day, however, when we were walking in Wimbledon woods and she suddenly added my urine, which I had been obliged to void, to the other privileged objects of her social attention. How touched I was! How honored I felt! "Oh Tulip! Thank you," I said."

Tulip is apparently a very high strung possesive dog which while J.R. tut-tuts in company, in secret I believe he is overjoyed about. Someone loves him and looking at J.R. on the cover I believe she may be the best he can get. Needless to say: it is not a healthy relationship.