Being a dog, Mr. Bud leads a dog’s life. It is most gratifying: eat, walk, nap, nap, nap, eat, walk, movie, sleep—“and everybody stuck to the schedule. No exceptions.” Then young Zorro, a pug, joins the family and threatens to make a hash of things. Zorro comes equipped with his own toys, his own moods and—forefend!—his own schedule, but it turns out to jibe with Mr. Bud’s, and that common ground launches their friendship. Goodrich has a delightfully economical and humorous voice: trim yet filled with barely contained emotion—kind of like a dog. “One day, right at greet and make a fuss time… / there was a stranger. / And there was trouble” (the fateful confrontation takes place over three pages). In the background, in a lighter typeface, are the voices of humans, largely ignored. And the artwork is arresting, done in watercolors of enormous personality and quality. Mr. Bud is a mutt and mostly nose; Zorro is all face: expressive, raccoon eyes and a mouth that speaks volumes if not words. Goodrich catches them in classic dog behavior—supine with legs akimbo, charging out the door before it is fully open, expectant with chin on the edge of the bed—and he graces them with the kind of appeal that you really want to see them again. (Picture book. 4-8)
