"Did I mention that (my mother)'s brought her dog, Bogie? Bogie is a well-endowed dachshund. He is so well-endowed that her fourth husband called him the five-legged dog. The fifth leg, however, is a sad appendage. First of all, neutered and ball-less, it's been rendered pretty useless. Second of all, because of the dog's swayed back and four stumped legs, it had started to drag a bit on the ground -- not so bad in shag carpeting but difficult when it came to, say, gravel. This was a problem.. My mother decided it was not anyway to live, that it was embarassing, in fact, so a few years back she fashioned some penis supports for dear aged Bogie.. She uses wide ribbon and bows, always color coordinated with holidays -- orange in fall, red and green in winter, robin's egg blue in spring... As a result, Bogie always looks like he's dressed for some upcoming event." (p 32-33)
This book is funny - if the quote behind the cut didn't make you laugh, I suspect your sense of humor may have been removed. It is touching and struck me as being very real. I could imagine this happening partly because it is so out of left field, as real life frequently is. The themes of death and cheating were handled tastefully. I recommend it to fans of chicklit. Four stars, a solid B in the new system.