This book is about the dog I had growing up, named Homer. Before moving to California I went home to take care of my parents’ puppy, named Henry. Seeing him got me thinking about Homer. Homer was a poetic dog. I remembered going on walks with him and my goats, and the quirky things he did. I could have written this book about my goats, who I loved as much, though there aren’t too many books about goats. And I didn’t want people to think I was writing about Homer Simpson. So, Homer became Henry. This book is the story of one dog’s life.
