The Patron Saint of Lost Dogs
A Novel
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4.6 • 12 Ratings
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- $9.99
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- $9.99
Publisher Description
Dr. Cyrus Mills returns to his hometown after inheriting his father's failing veterinary practice. Cyrus intends to sell the practice and get out of town as fast as he can, but when his first patient -- a down-on-her-luck golden retriever named Frieda Fuzzypaws -- wags her way through the door, life suddenly 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.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In this sentimental and smartly written debut novel from Boston veterinary surgeon Trout (Tell Me Where It Hurts, a memoir), Dr. Cyrus Mills, an early middle-aged veterinary pathologist, returns after 14 years to rustic Eden Falls, Vt., to assume the ownership of Bedside Manor, the clinic previously owned by his late father. The reclusive Cyrus, long estranged from his father, filed a wrongful termination suit after being fired from his previous job. Now, due to a countersuit, he's in danger of losing his veterinarian's license. To exacerbate matters, his popular father, an inept businessman, left Bedside Manor in debt, and no sooner has Cyrus arrived than the bank threatens foreclosure. He finds allies in Lewis, the Bedside Manor's wise older vet, and the crusty office manager, Doris, after Cyrus's first customer suspiciously asks for her healthy golden retriever to be euthanized. In the week during which the novel unfolds, Cyrus delivers a baby in an emergency, dates a local waitress, and works out his hostile emotions toward his dead father. By the time the bank's financial deadline arrives, he's been dubbed the "new Patron Saint" of lost dogs. A diverting yarn reminiscent of the work of James Herriot.
