It’s not only a good idea, it’s the law.

I dare you, I double dog dare you.

Scratch and sniff.

Huh?

Beware of flying dogs.

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“You’ll laugh, you’ll howl, you’ll practically wag with pleasure….Bo is truly the voice of his doggy generation” – Dr. Marty Becker

“Witty commentary and hilarious observations.”—Dog Living

“A real treat. Bo is so distinctively adorable and funny, that no other dog will be able to follow in his pawsteps”- Tracie Hotchner

Let’s get this clear right away: I’m a dog.

I’m 1′10″ and weigh 63 lbs, and although I’m a mutt on the outside, I’m a purebred on the inside. My good nature comes from the Golden Retriever side of the family, while my stubbornness is clearly from my Chowchow bloodlines. I’ve got Rastafarian ears, a black tongue for licking, and paws that should be on a dog twice my size.

I type 60 words a minute.

My name is Bo, and this is my story.

From shelter dog reject to beloved pet and popular doggie blogger, Bo Hoefinger’s life has been anything but ordinary.

Join this incorrigible canine as he welcomes us into his life, complete with his wacky “parents,” a constipated feline housemate, and chipmunk warfare. Bad to the Bone is an unforgettable, laugh-out-loud tale of love and loyalty that reveals the true heart of a modern American family.

A frequent contributor to local fence post 12, Bo continues his nonprofit work with the Beneath the Fence Society. In his spare time he dabbles in knocking over garbage pails, barking uncontrollably, and generally being a helpful force around the house.

He lives in Atlanta.

Grab a copy of BAD TO THE BONE for yourself and then a few for your dog loving friends. Can you think of a better gift for a dog lover than a book written by a dog? The holidays will be here before you know it and Bo thinks every dog in America, and beyond, should wake up x-mas morning to find a copy of his book in their stocking. It also works well as a gift for Hanukkah and Kwanzaa, Bo doesn’t discriminate against any breed or holiday.

Bo’s book is now available, you can order online at Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, BooksaMillion.com, indieBound.org, borders.com, or your favorite retailer. Spread the word to all your pup pals so they can get themselves a copy of the first memoir written by a dog ever published in non-fiction.

A big thank you goes out to the fine folks at Dogster HQ’s for all their support and help. A note of gratitude to all the Dogsters out there who believed in us and wanted to see a book written through a dog’s eyes, it’s you guys that helped make this happen.

Thank you to all!

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Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in an old episode of  I Love Lucy?  I often wonder, do other people get in as many strange predicaments as I do and just not tell?

Suzanne Jalot, publisher of Dog Living Magazine, previewed Bo’s book BAD TO THE BONE: Memoir Of A Rebel Dogggie Blogger. When she finished she wanted to know if all the stories are true. I told her that indeed they were, it wasn’ t easy being me. Probably isn’t easy for Horst living with me.

I think of the book as a cross between I Love Lucy and Marley & Me, written through the dog. Unfortunately, I play Lucy. The whole point of this is what just transpired at our local PetSmart.  I went over to buy the “kids” some food.  I didn’t take Bo because it isn’t always easy for him to get around, Logan doesn’t like noise so he was out, and our beloved Copper turns a bit Cujo-ish around other dogs. Needless to say, she was definitely out.

Anyway, I’m in the store and had just grabbed my 40 lb bag of dog food.  I slide it across the top of the cart and leave it there because otherwise it’s to hard for me to lift out, this way I just push it into the back of my car. As I’m headed for the register, with my bag horizontal across the top, I make sure to leave plenty of room between me and anyone walking by.  I’m about 5 feet or so from the end of the aisle and there’s a lady blocking my way, I say excuse me, but she doesn’t really move.  I say it again, still not much happening.

I don’t feel like turning around and going back down the aisle, I’m almost to the front, so I decide just to go around the other cart.  At the end of this particular aisle is one of those front facing hanging displays, so you’ll see it and want to grab whatever is on it before you leave, an impulse buy.  This display happened to contain about two hundred teeny, tiny cans of cat food.

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