Make Mine Chocolate
And when I was in London, I saw this rabbit book in a publisher's window. It looked useful and I recommend it to UK readers.
(I considered getting a copy but decided I had too many other books in the backpack already. Wise move. They almost didn't let me on the plane back to Prague because now you can't carry anything in addition to your one piece of hand baggage. I mean, come on, the main reason I took a little overnight bag as well as the backpack was that I supposed I might buy a few books. But that was already full and checked when they told me I had to stuff my wallet into the backpack, which took about 15 minutes of repacking and donning of additional clothing. This must be how I lost my Prague transit pass.)
I suppose I should also have taken a look at how to teach dogs to read, but that seemed less practical than seeing whether the rabbit book offered good advice. Teaching dogs to read paled in comparison to another bookstore window in the neighborhood, which will shortly be featured...
Meanwhile, John suggests that perhaps I was a rabbit in a previous life. This could be true. Be as it may, I know that burying my face in Ms. Spots' fur always makes everything better... unless I'm experiencing one of those rare moments of fur sensitivity. Very rare. Even then, the unpleasant physical reaction is nothing compared to the good feeling of being close to a companionable rabbit.