Two weeks ago we had a huge buzzard dump 21 inches of snow on our little house. I was upset because my grassy pee and poop place had been covered up by snow six Foleys high, but what upset me more was the delay in delivery of the long awaited book by my friend Hobo Hudson: The Richest Dog in Town.
Saturday Daddy said he was not checking the mail because of the storm.
I told him he had to, Hobo’s book might be there, but he wouldn’t
listen. On Sunday, after digging out our house and checking on Grampy
Daddy came home with the mail, and wouldn’t you know it, amongst it was
my copy of The Richest Dog in Town. I took it from him huffily and went
into my kitty condo to read.
all, I must mention the cover: A grinning Hobo with his paws around
stacks of coins, lovingly drawn by my good friend Zoe Boe’s mom Aunt
Connie Gross. She caught the marvelous mischievous and loving gleam in
all great memories Hobo balances his story between laughs and tears.
The tears come early as Hobo, a dog with great potential and the
capacity for tremendous love and loyalty in his heart, bounces from one
home to another, and, through a series of misfortunes too well known to
neglected dogs he spends his early years alone, tied to a tree.
day a kind couple would stop on their walk to speak to Hobo, and soon
these stops became extended, and Hobo’s owner, who could not let him
live in his house, struck up a conversation with the couple and soon
Hobo was with his forever parents’ Bruny and Walter. He found his
parents’ were cat people but, except for one brief frightful night when
his former owners came to visit and he thought he was being returned,
Hobo has lived a happy life.
clever little terrier Hobo notices that cat claws have the capacity to
shred clothing, and seeing that local teens enjoy wearing shredded
clothes, builds a successful business in the making of shredded jeans.
After a problem with his attorney, a one (checking notes) Foley
Monster, he is forced to sell his company which makes him the Richest
Dog in Town.
there Hobo’s adventures are just beginning as he continues
investigating profitable endeavors including a cruise ship for dogs and
their families and the start of a dog university while also trying to
deal with the human world as he attempts to takes his cat secretaries to
dinner at an upscale restaurant, tries to buy his Mom a washer, and
ends up embroiled with his Dad’s court fight with the elf who lives in
his computer. Hobo also takes the secret codes from a drunken Foley
Monster (there is that name again) and travels through the ducts that
make up the Internet visiting friends and ending up in Cuba where his
quest for cigars leads to another economic opportunity.
it all Hobo shows us that, to be a successful dog, and more importantly
a rich and successful man, one only needs to listen to man’s best