After fifteen years, Dr. Cyrus Mills returns to rural Vermont to inherit the Bedside Manor for Sick Animals, the failing veterinary practice of his recently deceased and long-estranged father. Cyrus, a veterinary pathologist far more comfortable with cold clinical facts than living, breathing animals (not to mention their quirky, demanding owners), intends to sell the practice and get out of town as fast as he can.
Then his first patient—a down-on-her-luck golden retriever named Frieda Fuzzypaws—wags her way through the door, and suddenly life gets complicated. With the help of a black Labrador gifted in the art of swallowing underwear, a Persian cat determined to expose her owner’s lover as a gold digger, and the allure of a feisty, pretty waitress from the local diner, Cyrus gets caught up in a new community and its endearing residents, both human and animal. Sensing he may have misjudged the past, he begins to realize it’s not just his patients that need healing.
The Patron Saint of Lost Dogs is a winsome tale of new beginnings, forgiveness, and the joy of finding your way home.
The Patron Saint of Lost Dogs by Nick Trout is the first book in his Cyrus Mills series. It's a sweet book about going home and being forced to face old demons. It's written in first person narrative, so the frustrations and emotions of the main character, Cyrus Mills are easily felt.
Some of the characters fell a little flat, almost feeling like a caricature of a person, such as the over-sexed Crystal. My favorite character was Harry Carp. The complete love and devotion between he and his dog Clint was so touching, it makes the whole book worth reading for anyone who loves animals.
The book is written in a smooth, easy style to read. Everything takes place within five days, so things keep hopping along. There are no real surprises in the story, and the ending bordered on fairy tale. Still, it's an endearing, enjoyable read.
I give this book 3 Bookworms.