A Dog Named Christmas by Greg Kincaid {Book Review}

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~ Description 

Todd, they always want you to adopt a dog. That's what they do. Besides, we don't need another animal around here, and most definitely not a dog.

When Todd McCray, a developmentally challenged young man still living on his parents' Kansas farm, hears that a local animal shelter is seeking temporary homes for its dogs during the days leading to Christmas, he knows exactly what he wants for the holidays. His father objects, but Todd's persistence quickly wins out. Soon the McCrays are the short-term foster family for a lovable pooch the young man names Christmas.

But what about all the other dogs who will be forced to spend the Yuletide season in cages? In the days that follow, Todd uses his special gifts of persuasion to encourage his hometown to participate in the Adopt a Dog for Christmas Program. What follows from his small act of kindness will teach his family, and his community, about peace on earth and good will toward men and animals.


~ My Review 

A humorous tale with lots of heart!

I'm quite the dog person, so if you've got a story of Christmas spirit that includes a dog as a main part of the tale—sign me up. (Bonus points if the pet survives through every single page, because...just don't do that to me. I'll cry harder than I would over a character death. Slight exaggeration.)  And Christmas was a lab! So that was sweet. <3

From Todd, to his parents, to Hannah and all the neighbors, to Christmas and the dogs at the shelter—this book is full of entertaining and endearing characters.

If you've saw and enjoyed the Hallmark Hall of Fame movie based on this book, you definitely should give it a read. The movie is amazing, but the book provides a bit more depth to the characters and their backstories.

Four tennis balls out of five!


Be sure to check out Stories by Firefly for more 12 Days of Christmas fun! 

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