When I was in high school in the 60s I lived in Rhode Island, down the street from us were some older folks, probably early to mid twenties. They would definitely qualify as hippies.
They had an absolutely gorgeous Siberian Husky. The dog had the most amazing blue eyes that penetrated right through your soul when he looked at you.
At least one of the couple must have been dyslexic as they named their dog, God.
You would hear them on the porch calling for the dog, “Here, God, come here, God.” If you were in their house occasionally would hear, “NO, God, off the furniture.” Sometimes it was “Sit, God” or a “Stay, God”.
Funny thing is though with those piercing blue eyes you did wonder…

I’m not sure how this book came to my attention, it’s not my usual read. It’s told from the point of view of , Enzo, an aging dog as he recounts his doggie life. He is a dog philosopher and expounds on his view of humanity and our views. He is frustrated with his lack of anatomical ability to communicate to his humans and is left with doggie drool and gestures.