But the jokes are used and then reused and begin to turn from funny into tedious repetition. Fenway’s first-person point of view is appropriately frisky, even slightly berserk at times. And finally, there is the issue of the big group of dogs Hattie keeps taking him to visit, with whom he must learn to sit in order to receive treats. Hattie is reluctantly learning to throw and catch a white ball in a big, fat glove and for some reason doesn’t welcome his enthusiastic help. The two neighbors next door, a couple of jaded dogs, don’t improve things. The backyard, which he perceives as an unpopulated Dog Park, is another issue, since nasty squirrels scamper through and Hattie climbs into a treehouse-squirrel house?-that he can’t reach. After losing his footing the first time, Fenway refuses to venture out there again, even if it is the Eating Place. First, there is the issue of the very slippery kitchen floor. The family’s move from the city to the suburbs just complicates matters. Fenway, a young, exuberant Jack Russell terrier, is having lots of trouble getting his “short human,” Hattie, to behave.
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