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I left like I was misled into picking this book up. I was hoping for a Marley and Me type story about raising a hellish dog, but what I got instead was a chick book with a dog thrown in to advance the plot. I don't read many of these kind of books - the kind where the female protagonist won't leave the house without makeup on and she is in love with the man her best friend is marrying and she meets a very different kind of guy and blah blah blah. Her characters, though, were much more three dimensional than they usually are - I felt sorry for them sometimes, and I understood where they were coming from sometimes. But I do wish that there had been more about the dog. He could've been a great character, and all he really does is enable the protagonist to meet her rugged man and lick people.