What dogs think

Somebody left a bookmark on my desk for a novel called The Art of Racing in the Rain. I've never heard of it before, but the blurb on the bookmark says the story is told through a canine narrator.

This is from the Amazon.com desicription.

If you've ever wondered what your dog is thinking, Stein's third novel offers an answer. Enzo is a lab terrier mix plucked from a farm outside Seattle to ride shotgun with race car driver Denny Swift as he pursues success on the track and off. Denny meets and marries Eve, has a daughter, Zoë, and risks his savings and his life to make it on the professional racing circuit. Enzo, frustrated by his inability to speak and his lack of opposable thumbs, watches Denny's old racing videos, coins koanlike aphorisms that apply to both driving and life, and hopes for the day when his life as a dog will be over and he can be reborn a man.

First of all, why would a dog want to come back as a man? If I get to be reborn as anything, it would be dog. Not a bad dog or a neglected dog. But maybe some cool guy's cool dog. I bet it'd be fun to be George Clooney's dog. I'd trade a pair of thumbs for that. 

And secondly, I already know what dogs think. And it's nothing that interesting:

"Let's go for a walk. It's been three minutes since the last time we went for a walk."

Or "Hey, that smells good. Give it to me."

Or maybe "How come he's petting the cat instead of me? Get out of here, you stupid cat."