Ever notice how challenges have a way of piling up on you?
Being a writer who exploits such scenarios on a continual basis, I’ve grown to take a philosophical approach to the twisters that want to wreak havoc on my plans.
This month the twisters came mostly in the form of helping care for sick grandchildren and trying not to succumb myself. So when my edits landed in my inbox and the children all seemed to be on the mend, I envisioned an entire uninterrupted day of work.
😆 😆 😆
A stray dog, with no collar, had another idea. The adorable, lovable and unbelievably needy chocolate brown lab showed up on my doorstep at 7 am. I fed her and tied her up . . . three times. She looked to be about 8 months old, but clearly had already learned the fine art of being an escape artist.
Of course, she didn’t run away each time she escaped. No . . . She came and threw herself at my door and begged to be let in. I think my dog thought Christmas had come early in the form of a playmate, but I wasn’t about to let the kamikaze canine inside.
Visions of Christmas tree ornaments spewing in every direction at the wag of the dog’s tail filled my head!
So . . . I did what any responsible person would do. I woke my nearest neighbours to ask if they knew who she belonged to. 😳
They didn’t. And of course, the local animal shelter didn’t open until 10.
Yup, my FULL day of working on edits was quickly spiralling out of control.
The title of said novel, YULE BE SORRY, was clearly an omen.
But alas, eventually the friendly lass was carted off to await her owner’s call and I was able to sit down to my edits.
The whole episode reminded me of Rusty, the heroic goldendoodle in Identity Withheld.
Have you read that story? Do you remember Rusty?
For fun, I thought I’d share his interview once more. Identity Withheld takes place at Christmas time, so if you haven’t read it yet, it’d be a fun one to pick up for an edge-of-your-seat read on a blustery day.
Sandra: Rusty, could you start by telling us about yourself?
Rusty: I’m a really, really, really good dog. Don’t pay no attention to what Tommy’s dad, Jake, says. He’s a firefighter and gets hot under the collar just because I chew a shoe or corner of the couch or something. His parents adopted me for their grandson Tommy who is the nicest boy on the face of the earth. I live with them, next door to Tommy and Jake. Tommy’s mom died not long after he was born so Tommy’s at his grandparents a lot when his dad’s working, and we play and play and play.
Sandra: I hear you took a shine to Kara Grant, too, when Jake brought her to his parents after her house burned down and she had nowhere to go.
Rusty: Oh, yes, I loooooove Kara. She understands dogs. I could tell she was sad so I sat right down beside her and let her cry into my fur and she let me sleep on her bed with her. And she taught my person, Tommy, how to train me so his dad wouldn’t get so mad at me. Of course, I didn’t listen when she told me to stay before she went out for a jog, because I sensed she wasn’t coming back and I knew that would make Tommy real sad.
Sandra: So what did you do?
Rusty: I chased after her. And it worked! She came back to the house to stay a while longer. But…she was more scared than ever, because bad guys are after her.
Sandra: Did Jake have a new respect for you after that, too?
Rusty: More like he was jealous that Kara was always hugging me instead of him.<big, tongue-lolling grin> But after that, at least, he figured “I was smarter than I looked.” Although…I think I look adorable. Don’t you?
Sandra: Absolutely. Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?
Rusty: I don’t want to give away the story, but everyone keeps calling Jake the hero, when I should get top billing. Kara fell in love with me the first time she laid eyes on me and… <glances from side to side and lowers his voice> if you read Identity Withheld, I’m sure you’ll agree that it wouldn’t be much of a story without me.
Me Again: I hope you enjoyed catching up with me. It has been awhile!
For those of you who aren’t on Facebook or who may have missed the post I made there. I’m proud to share that my grandson, who lost his leg in the lawn tractor accident a month before his third birthday, is this year’s War Amps Safety Ambassador.
If you’d like to see the commercial he did with a couple of Hamilton’s TiCats, you can find it here:
Crying Baby Image courtesy of imagerymajestic at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
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