Welcome to another Homer and Dog story. If you’ve read their other two adventures, then you know I always make a promise at the beginning of each book. But if this is your first Homer and Dog story, then I assume you’ve been living on a deserted island with only coconut bowling and sand sculpting for entertainment and I feel very sorry for you. Allow me to fill you in. The promise I make is that no dogs will die in this story, which is a huge relief for dog-lovers everywhere.
There is, however, a great deal of danger in this story. Because you’ll probably scream out loud during the spine-tingling moments, you might consider reading this in a private place so people won’t think you’re crazy. As you near the end, there is a good chance you will faint from the thrill of it all, so I recommend wearing a helmet to protect your cranium. If you are a nail-biter, bite-proof gloves are in order.
Writing Homer and Dog’s third adventure shook me to my very core, for never have I encountered so much excitement. When I finished, I took a long vacation to recover. After you’ve read this book, I highly recommend that you also take a vacation to clear your mind and settle your nerves. While you sit beside the hotel pool, be sure to read something very light, perhaps a story about rainbows or butterflies. But stay away from those horrid dead-dog stories. Never read those.
Happy reading,
