I love my dog. He is the best friend a girl could ask for. He loves me unconditionally no matter what. When i walk back into the house, he doesn’t yell at me for leaving him for weeks at a time like my cats do. He’s there, wagging his tail, barely able to control his excitement over my return, although he has no idea if I was gone for one minute or one year. Everyone should have a dog.
But, he’s not the smartest animal. And that’s what makes him so endearing.
About a week ago, after the hubs began to read my novels and saw how stinkin’ good they were, he started to get nervous every time we left the laptop unattended. We were in Las Vegas for a production seminar and instead of having housekeeping come to the room to make up the bed and straighten up, we decided to leave the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door (at the Hard Rock Hotel, it says “tied up” and I so want to get some made as promotional items for the book) so that no one could come in the room and rummage through my stuff and find, what Stan now refers to it as, THE FOOTBALL.
For those of you familiar with US fun facts, you know that THE FOOTBALL is the case escorted by a military aide that follows the President around containing all the launch codes.
So, now we refer to my laptop as THE FOOTBALL. There’s no launch codes in it, obviously, but based on the overwhelming positive reception of my novels, the hubs wants this laptop protected like no tomorrow until the third book in the series is published.
And once I realized how much people were losing their minds over the books, I now back up my book files on an almost hourly basis and the shuttle drive is now called THE MINI FOOTBALL and it does not leave my side. It goes in my purse when we’re out to dinner. It’s a little strange.
Getting back to my dog. Here’s a picture of him.
For the small amount of people who were lucky enough to be my test readers (or my sisters who I gave an advanced unedited copy to), this dog was my inspiration for the dog in the book, Runner. Runner is a pointer-terrier mix just like my hound. My hound is named Biggie the Notorious D-O-G. (And no, I don’t listen to rap music.)
When we leave the house, we always leave someone in charge. We have one dog (Biggie) and three cats (Amelia, Linus, and Lucy). Amelia, or Emmy, is the one with the most brains out of any of our menagerie. So we usually tell Emmy that she is in charge, but Biggie is head of Homeland Security. Now when we leave, we tell Biggie to protect the football. And what does he do? He goes to find one of his squeaky footballs. And he is so proud of himself when he brings it to us, his tail wagging like crazy. The first time he did this, we lost it. It was so funny.
Honestly, if you don’t have a dog, you are missing out on some of the best memories you could possibly make in your life. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this dog and I knew I had to have one in my books. I love you Biggie! And thanks for always protecting the football, even if it’s not THE FOOTBALL.
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And if you’re on Goodreads and you have a thing for books like Fifty Shades, Bared to You, Beautiful Disaster, and Collide, but think they were all missing that suspense element you NEED to add my series to your TBR list.
All three books have gotten all five star reviews from my early readers, so you really need to check them out. The first two chapters of the first book are posted on Goodreads and also on wattpad, along with a schmex scene.
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