Sunday! Spring! Sunlight! Things that are golden: the daffodils, the hearts of the evergreen clematis, the bright straw spread over the garden beds (and the dog), sunset after a day of work.
Tag Archives: Monster Girl
Holiday shenanigans
Walk?
Walk?: A Dog Drama in One Part
Based on the Riveting True Story
INT. CHAOTIC YET WELCOMING HOME OFFICE – A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT
Scene opens on peaceful OWNER at her computer. DOG sits behind her.
DOG
(staring at back of OWNER’s head)
OWNER:
What? We already went for a walk.
DOG
(tilts head quizzically)
OWNER
No, we did. Remember? Twice.
DOG
(tilts head other direction)
OWNER
We walked for a half hour this morning. And then just this afternoon,
we walked for almost two hours.
DOG
(tip of tail wags tentatively at word “walk”)
OWNER
We went all the way to the dog park. You sniffed. You peed. You chased the ball.
DOG
(tail wags harder at word “ball”)
OWNER
It’s nine o’clock at night. We’re not going out again. No. Go lay down.
DOG
(ears flatten, eyes turn liquidy soft)
OWNER
Argh!
DOG
(jumps up because obviously “argh” means “yay walk time!”
THE END
(until tomorrow morning)
Alphas are trouble
So poor Monster Girl (who is definitely NOT an alpha) survived the fireworks last night. I had a plate of angel food cake on my desk and, rather than go hide in the basement, she decided it was worth risking a flaming phosphorescent demise if there was a chance she might get a piece of cake.
I think most of us feel that way, no?
Today, I’m at Books Make Me Happy, talking about how alpha males take control if you let them. Come leave a comment for a chance to win a pair of “Alpha’s Heart” Swarovski dangle earrings.
Dog roses
XY: Don’t you have enough pictures of the dog? How many more do you need?
Me: Um… Seven more?
The last one is Monster Girl posing with my Golden Rose from the Rose City Romance Writers Golden Rose writing contest. Which just so happens to be having an early-bird discount on the 2013 contest. AND I just so happen to be guest posting with Melia Alexander about the contest.
Um, I mighta sent her an eighth picture of Monster Girl and the rose. But I swear, that’s ALL the pictures of the dog! (For now…)