Adora-poos or Malti-poos or Doodle-doos or Silly Dogs? #Pets
My family had cats not dogs. Handsome grew up with dogs, and when he began circling ads in the paper (modus operandi when he is interested in something), I knew we would be the proud parents of a four-pawed friend soon. He chose a sheep dog, Baxter, who grew to be really BIG.
Eventually, Baxter passed to doggie heaven, and Handsome began circling ads again. He had three criteria for his next man’s best friend: Doesn’t shed; easy to train; smart.
And one day, two Malti-poos (Maltese + Poodle) joined our family. Jones has the long legs of a poodle and is a fantastic runner. He is quiet, but steady, and catches critters. We believe he had to fight for food as he gobbles his kibble.
Champ has the care-free characteristics of a two-year old. He toddles along in a la-dee-da manner, stopping on our walks to do “business” every ten feet. He fetches his “squeaky” over and over swapping from one person to another for throwing.
Every night, they race upstairs and launch themselves onto our tall bed. Jones lays his head on Handsome’s thigh and lets out one big sigh. Champ washes his feet and rolls around.
Truly, their primary characteristic is they are silly dogs. Everyone and every dog is their friend. Totally adorable. Adorable + (malti) poo = Adora-poo.
Have I written the Adora-poos into my stories? Yes! as well as the cats, Romper and Scooter. Because that’s real life. Just like real people, my characters have furry friends.
In Temporary Insane, my romantic comedy mystery, Detective Allan Wellborn rescues Lucky (named because he was “lucky” to be rescued). However, his looks and manners are mostly like Romper’s. Here’s a bit:
Today, I received the most unusual telephone call from Allan. He phoned while I was at work and asked if I could take care of Lucky, his lovable huge gray cat, while he traveled for business. His cat was the closest to owning one of my own. “I’ll gladly take care of Lucky. How’s my pal? Found any more super-sized water bugs?”
Allan chuckled. “If I ever have another cat, I’m naming him Eating Machine because all Lucky does is eat. Eat, eat, eat.”
And poop, poop, poop. I would have to change the litter box as well. “Maybe he felt starved while homeless and munches to compensate.”
“Is he getting fat? Lazy? Are you giving him the right kind of kibble? Could you be giving him too much? Are you playing with string and stuff with him?”
“He isn’t fat. He isn’t bored. The variety of cat food I buy is supposed to keep him from gaining weight. And yes, we play with cat toys.” He paused for a sec and then asked, “So…is it okay?”
Of course, I would help because I did have an ulterior motive for agreeing to baby, er, cat sit. I’d been toying with the idea—if the opportunity ever presented itself—of poking around his apartment to discover what he and Blonde Bimbo had been up to. I had to know the answer to the big question—Were Allan Wellborn and Cathy Bartholomew having sex?
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Temporarily Employed - Hattie Cooks Mystery Book 1
A Humorous Romantic Mystery
Hattie Cook's dream job is down the toilet and her new SUV violated. Desperate for cash to cover the basic necessities of rent and food, she takes a temporary job at Buy-Rite insurance company where she uncovers an embezzling scam tied to the death of a former employee—the very one she replaced. The last thing she wants is to clash with By-the-Book Detective Wellborn, no matter how much he makes her heart pound.
Allan Charles Wellborn has secretly adored Hattie all his life. He evolved from a pocket protector-wearing geek to a handsome police detective. When the police determine there's more to the death of a former Buy Rite employee, he steps in to lead the investigation. Overly dedicated, always perfect, he puts his job first, even if doing so ultimately hurts the one he loves.
Can the killer be found before Hattie's time is up?
Temporarily Insane - A Hattie Cooks Mystery Book 2
A Humorous Romantic Mystery
No man. Bad job. And Murder. Hattie Cooks is still searching for her dream job and one might be available...in the Big Apple, far from friends, family, and Allan Wellborn, the man who still makes her heart race. In the meantime, she finds temporary employment at an accounting firm where two auditor friends turn up dead.
Detective Allan Wellborn dropped Hattie for Blonde Bimbo who, coincidentally, is employed at NLB where fishy things are taking place. When Allan interviews Hattie, he must determine why all signs point to her as a suspect.
Can Hattie discover why Allan dumped her and who is murdering auditors before death strikes again?
Like some of her characters, Vicki has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, ride attendant at an amusement park; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general "do anything gal" at a financial services firm. The list is...endless.
Born in Dallas, a graduate of Texas Tech, she is married to Handsome, has two big boys, an attention-demanding cat, and two adorable poopies.
Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories. She is a member of RWA, and the DARA, Elements, and RWA-WF chapters. In 2004 she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. Recently, she was awarded the 2010 Robin Teer Memorial Service Award.
Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"