The fun story about this book is that my husband, as a child, heard this guy speak at a camp, thought he was entertaining, and bought this book for himself and for his grandmother. There is still a little note from him to her in the front cover of it. We've been saving it for our kids, thinking it might be a good James Herriot-style family read-aloud.
So how did it go? ...It was okay. The animal stories were definitely not at the interest level or writing style of James Herriot, but the girls (7, 5, and 3) liked to listen to them while they colored or built with blocks. Some sections felt a bit self-indulgent, like the one where he shared all the practical jokes he played on his friends while working at the zoo. I'm sure they were very funny at the time, but they left me shrugging.
There is a little Christian application at the end of each story, and though the author seemed very genuine and earnest about these sections, it somehow smacked of the "Christianity Lite" books my 90s childhood was filled with--but as an adult, I haven't looked into any trends in Christian publishing during that decade to confirm that vague idea that the 90s was that way at all.