Some of the racing analogies for dealing with life were rather clever. But the whole dog-as-narrator didn't work. I'm supposed to believe that this dog can fully understand human speech and learn racing terminology and Mongolian philosophy, but can't, in ten years, make his master understand that he can answer yes and no questions by nodding or barking ...?

And there was woke nonsense throughout and nonsense about reincarnation. Here's the author's belief:

She died that night. Her last breath took her soul. I saw it in my dram. I saw her soul leave her body as she exhaled, and then she had no more needs, no more reason; she was released from her body, and, being released, she continued her journey elsewhere, high in the firmament where soul material gathers and plays out all the drams and joys of which we temporal beings can barely conceive, all the things that are beyond our comprehension, but even so, are not beyond our attainment if we chose to attain them, and believe that we truly can.

Like I said, nonsense.