Can dogs really sense ghosts, or are they just taking the piss? What is it about the 'W' word (walkies) that makes dogs go absolutely apeshit? Are there any canine attributes that would count as transferrable skills if a dog applied for a job? These, and other issues you never really gave a crap about, are addressed in this blatant cash-grab masquerading as a sequel to the mildly-popular Conversations With My Cat, as Chuck McKenzie discusses the complexities of life and leashes with the dog down the road. 'By equal measures utterly hilarious and terribly sad,' is how the teller describes Chuck's bank balance, so please buy this book.