This is a cracking wee tale that fairly zips along.
Bernie Little & Chet - his dog - are The Little Detective Agency. Chet failed police dog school (he can't really remember but it involved blood...not his) but is still one hell of a detective and, as he's the narrator of this story, who are we to argue. As a story-teller Chet is wonderfully distracted, mainly by scraps of food, treats, smells and the possibility of sinking his teeth into the bad guys. While Bernie fumbles his way towards solving the case of a missing girl Chet has it figured out quite early on, but, being a dog, he can't simply tell Bernie where to go. Besides, Chet's memory isn't the best and it's all kind of vague what with the run in with the Russians, and the Bikers, and the near death experience, and his dog buddies up the road.
While the plot is nothing new the idea of telling it all from a dog's point of view is wonderful - although, of course, that's not entirely new either. What is new is Chet, he's a great character (the wit of Sam Spade, the memory of a goldfish, the loved upness of a dog who knows life's good) with some wonderful insights and observations about humans. Mostly though he's Bernie's best friend and their funny/loyal relationship is what drives the story on and leaves you wanting more. Please.