This poetic little book celebrating cruelty to dogs has undoubtedly been quite profitable, but I wonder how many dogs' lives it has cost. Readers who don't know any better will be encouraged to let their dogs roam loose and to breed them without any thought of finding genuinely good homes for the puppies. The next time you see a smashed dog by the roadside, or a litter of pups dumped at the pound, think of this book, which has done all it can to make these things happen. The author also commits an additional act of incomprehensible cruelty: After her top female dog kills all of the puppies of another dog, the author deliberately breeds the victimized dog again, and lets her sweat out her pregnancy in an agony of fear. The author's training as an impartial anthropologist observer seems to have caused her to lose sight of her moral responsibilities. These are not wolves to be impartially observed without interference, but her own dogs or friends' dogs, whose well-being and happiness are her deepest moral responsibility. Little wonder that her dogs wanted almost nothing to do with her toward the end of the book. They must have understood how profoundly she had betrayed them.