My Husband Got Me a Puppy! #Pets
We aren’t big on holidays and gift-giving in my house (mostly because we’re too lazy to bother), but for my birthday last November, my husband got me a puppy. That’s right—a puppy. A sweet little eight-pound ball of fluff to keep me company while I work. Just look at that face!
The timing was right since I tend to spend a lot of hours at home this time of year. Like, A LOT. Part of it is the job, which allows me to do the bulk of my work sitting on the couch in my pajamas. Another part of it is weather. Where I live, it’s freezing and snowy from November to March. I don’t like freezing. Or snowy. So for about five months straight, I don’t leave the house if I can possibly help it.
Thus...PUPPY. We usually adopt older animals, but we figured my being at home all the time would help with the whole potty training and please-don’t-chew-all-the-shoes phase.
But here’s the thing. This little guy figured out how to use the dog door within 48 hours, and he doesn’t chew anything he’s not supposed to. He also doesn’t go into rooms he’s not supposed to or climb onto furniture he’s not supposed to. We can leave the house for twelve hours and come home to find it exactly the same as the way we left it—no chewing, no messes, no disrepair. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
We researched a little more into his breed, which we were told was an Akita/Lab mix, and that’s where the realization came in. Do you remember that movie, Hachi? It’s the one with Richard Gere about the dog who sat at the train station every day for years after his owner died. The train station was where he last saw his owner, and that was where he decided to wait until his beloved friend finally came home. (I know, right? *sob*)
Well, that’s what my puppy does. He waits. And waits. And waits.
Whatever bond the dog in that movie had with his owner (which, by the way, is based on a true story in Japan), it exists between me and this little guy, too. Anywhere I am in the house, he follows. Anywhere I go outside, he’s there too. If I leave for a meeting or to run errands, my husband and daughter inform me that all he does is sit patiently by the door, awaiting my return. He doesn’t chew or make trouble while we’re gone because he’s too busy waiting—forever, if he has to.
It’s heartbreaking and uplifting at the same time, the loyalty this animal shows after only a few short months together. He’s like the ultimate romance hero. I can only hope that I live up to his ridiculously high expectations.
The only problem is that my little puppy is, um, not so little anymore. Here he is chilling with the cat for scale. In another few months, I fear we may have a monster on our hands. But he’s a cute monster, so I don’t mind. :)
Seeking Mr. Wrong - Penelope Blue, #3
A fool-proof way to spice up any relationship:
1. Infiltrate a deadly ring of thieves, cons, and crooks.
2. Try to escape with your lives.
Penelope Blue used to be one of the best jewel thieves in New York City—but that was before falling in love with FBI poster boy Grant Emerson. Now she works at his side, helping her former enemy catch her past-life colleagues, and she couldn't be happier.
If only Grant would remember to play by the rules.
Now he's gone undercover on a cruise ship full of hardened criminals. To keep him safe, Penelope must pretend they're nothing but strangers...while searching for an information broker desperately wanted by the FBI. While doing her darndest not to backslide and steal 20 million dollars' worth of diamonds from beneath the noses of the criminal elite. It's all Penelope can do to keep this mission afloat...
Good thing this cat burglar has plenty of lives to spare.
Tamara Morgan is a contemporary romance author of humorous, heartfelt stories with flawed heroes and heroines designed to get your hackles up and make your heart melt. Her long-lived affinity for romance novels survived a B.A. degree in English Literature, after which time she discovered it was much more fun to create stories than analyze the life out of them.
Whether building Victorian dollhouses, consuming mass quantities of coffee and wine, or crying over cheesy 1950s musicals, Tamara commits to her flaws like every good heroine should. She lives in the Inland Northwest with her husband, daughter, and variety of household pets and only occasionally complains about the weather.