Gotcha!

 

            Later this week is Roxie’s Gotcha Day. She’s our younger Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who theoretically is no longer a puppy since she turned one year old a few weeks ago. 

            Not sure I’ve kept track of my other Cavaliers’ Gotcha Days. It’s the anniversary of when you bring a dog home. I think it’s used mostly when shelter dogs are adopted, particularly since their actual birthdays might not be known. But since Gotcha Day is the official adoption day it can be used for pups acquired from breeders too. 

            Anyway, I’m delighted that this mischievous puppy is now our younger dog. She gets along fine with Cari, our older Cavalier. I could probably figure out Cari’s Gotcha Day too, but she’s six years old and we haven’t been celebrating it before. 

            So on Thursday I’ll be writing as usual—but will also take even more time to play with Roxie when she demands it by staring at me, then looking down at a toy and back up again. Or if she’d rather lie on my lap as I write, as she often does, I’ll enjoy that too. 

            And unsurprisingly, I’ll be writing about dogs then too. I’m still working on my fourth Shelter of Secrets book for Harlequin Romantic Suspense, and it partly takes place at a doggy daycare center as well as that very special animal shelter where people are taken in too, for their protection.