I was fortunate to be a beta reader for this book and to know Barkley IRL (he never realized that he really wasn't lap-dog sized) or that a couch might have limited space. Schmoo treated him like her goofy little brother and it was always a joy to have him (and his red-headed person) visit. Having him visit after her passing was a balm to my battered soul and his visible joy at arriving at his (third) home never ceased to bring a smile.
I highly recommend this book for anyone who has known and loved a friend-in-fur.
