Wednesday, September 21, 2016
I'm sure it's no surprise that I'm writing about dogs today. I often do!
Yesterday, my husband brought me a printout of a flyer that a friend sent to him. It showed the backs of a young girl and a dog sitting beside one another, and the caption was: "Whoever said that diamonds are a girl's best friend never owned a dog."
Diamonds? I like them well enough, or at least their value. But dogs? They're not just stuff to show off and flaunt, though you can do that with them, too. They're family. They're cute and playful, smart, strong and demanding, they're dear loves, and cute amusements, and noses to sniff out good stuff and bad, and ears to listen to all your problems. and tongues to give you kisses and... well, yes. They're our best friends.
I started writing this, by the way, while taking a break from some computer frustration. I have several email accounts for different purposes, most of them on Yahoo, and one of them--yes, just one--was giving me problems. The problem is gone now (knock on wood!), but not because I was able to do anything about it. The best I was able to do online is to sign into a community where a few other people posted they had similar problems. But customer service? So far it's hidden itself much too well. If anyone reading this knows how to contact a real person at Yahoo and get a response, please let me know. Not that I'm expecting more trouble--but I bet I'll get some anyway.
One other thing to mention: writing stuff. It's getting close to October, which is when my next book UNLUCKY CHARMS, the third Superstition Mystery, will be published. I'm busy with promotion-related things, like ordering bookmarks and participating in various events such as the Woman's Club of Hollywood panel and Women of Intrigue, as well as an upcoming blog tour. I'm sure you'll hear more about it as I blog here, too.
Anyway, back to dogs. Did you know they also are clocks? Mine tell me when it's dinnertime, sure, although they always start reminding me early. But Lexie now takes a pill around noon, and if she's not sleeping too soundly she'll come tell me when it's time for her meds. It doesn't hurt that I wrap it in some dog food so she'll eat it. Oh, yeah. Maybe that's why her inner clock works so well.
I recognize that pets of any kind can be best friends and more to their family members and think it's wonderful, whether they're dogs, cats, birds, gerbils or whatever. I'm just glad that so many people now recognize the love, and value, of their pets. As I do. With dogs.