Carly is doing her best to make it as a publicist after being laid off last year, but with her only clients being a rude old artist and a hip young (and definitely unstable) fashion designer, she's having trouble making ends meet, despite working 24/7. And her drama-filled family is no help whatsoever. Meanwhile, neuroscientist Max is up for tenure and juggling his own family issues, mainly stemming from concerns over his mostly-nonverbal autistic brother's care. You'd think that these two would never meet, but their paths cross when their stoner dogwalker mixes up their basset hounds. In the midst of tracking down their dogs, Carly and Max meet and quickly fall for each other.
OK, so yes, this is a romance and yeah, there's stuff with Carly and Max going on (some of it more believable than others). But let's talk instead about the true stars of this book: Baxter and Hazel, Carly and Max's respective bassets. If there's any reason to read this book, the storyline and antics of these two fantastic creatures are it. They're adorable in their floppy-eared, short-legged, sad-but-happy-at-the-same-time best basset ways, and the chemistry between them is way more believable than that of the human "lead" characters. So what if I read this while cuddled up with my own sweet basset hound? Does that make me biased? Well, probably yes, but still, the dogs are hands down the best part of the book.
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