It's readable; somewhat, sometimes entertaining. What's entertaining about it is the pomposity of the people in the novel. Unintended I think, the clothing name tags, etc Prada, lining up nail polish by color, shoe brand names- actually I found all that comical and absurd and writer is very comfortable with all that crap. Almost chick lit-ish and don't think of that as a compliment. The characters are mostly all alcoholics, recreational drunks, pot heads, homeless or "do not label me" types. Men wearing caftans for example. Noticing a hair out of place etc. I think glorifying alcoholics went out in the 70s but I could be mistaken. The book is almost "Bridgets Diary-ish" but not nearly as funny and these characters take themselves way too seriously.
The mystery? Hmmmmm some pregnant slut screws around on her husband and disappears. Big whoop. The ending hints that she embezzled from her company and ran off with one of her screw mates. But you are never actually sure of this. And there are other disappeared/dead pregnant females thru the story with no explanation for them either. Ambiguous ending. So in actuality there is no finale. I didn't like it. Once the cops were on the scene. Once. They then became as disappeared as the pregnant slut.
Doesn't have much to do with dogs, or a dog park other than that's where these name brand cretins met each other. Main character is an opera singer...traveling around with his opera company being blase about his life and all his friends in general. The MYSTERY is; WTF happened to the missing pregnant female and the ANSWER is; you will not know by reading this book. If I want to read mysteries with no ending the newspaper is full of them and I don't have to know what frickin tags were on their articles of clothing.
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