Strange things happen sometimes. Two lost dogs on the same day - who’d have thought it? Weird! I’m sure it’s deeply significant, something to do with cosmic synchronicity, but I can’t quite work how it fits.
Dog #1.
A kelpie cross, belonging to the folk over the road. A perfectly nice dog, but more than a bit silly, downright skittish in fact. I’d just pulled out of the driveway and there she was - trotting happily down the middle of the road. When I called her she ran. Hmm… So I whipped out my shiny new iPhone and rang. “Hello?” said a male voice, very cautiously. It was my neighbour all right, but he was in Malaysia. Malaysia? Never mind, he said, he’d contact his wife and take care of it, so I drove off to work, pondering the wonders of modern technology.
This isn’t her, but she looks very much like this.
Dog #2.
I heard My Beloved drive into the garage the same night. Then his voice, talking to someone - protesting. Then yelling my name at the front door. When I opened up, there he was, with his arms full of parcels he’d picked up from the post office, accompanied by an enormous German Shepherd. The dog was perfectly self-possessed and extremely friendly. In no uncertain terms, it wanted to come in, so it did, shoving past both of us like a big furry bear. I was laughing too hard to stop it and My Beloved had his hands full. Puss leaped to the top of the table with his eyes like saucers and every whisker quivering. Thankfully, Visitor Dog didn’t see him and our own dog was happily oblivious, playing in the backyard.
Yes, I know this is Inspector Rex (he’s a German police doggy detective, in case you didn’t know), but our visitor looked like she could have been his sister, with the same intelligent handsome face. She was certainly just as self-possessed.
Eventually, we got a lead on her and took her home - or rather she took me. I was pulled along behind like a kite on a string. She lives down the road in the other direction, and her people were very glad to see her.
Strange though, I’m still trying to work out what it all means. Any ideas? Oh, and remind me to to tell you all about the return of Snakey.
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This is “dog gone” something but since it is a bit late at night here I’m not quite certain what
Hmmmmm…. the doggy-dunnit
P.S.
Is it the year of the DOG (somewhere?)
I would have thought the answer was obvious.
Your next book has to have a dog in it…. In fact, given the number of authors who have pets it’s a wonder more don’t feature in their writing.
The exception is Linnea Sinclair who has transferred her cats to “fidgets” and made them stars of her story.
Maybe someday, someone will have a pet badger. Until then hmph, hmph…
Aha! Alison, my next book DOES have a dog in it. You must be psychic. Or it’s a lucky guess.
Hmmm…
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