CHICK WIT: Deliver Us from Eve By Lisa Scottoline Another day, another doggy drama. Thank God, this one ends happily, too. I tell you that up front because I don`t want you to stress. These weekly columns of mine exist to make you smile. I want them to go down easy, like a cup of decaf, with occasional profanity. I reassure you upfront because, like anybody with a heart, I can`t bear it if something bad is going to happen to an animal. I’m so crazy that I actually consult a website called does-the-dog-die.com before I watch a TV show with a dog. If you didn`t know that website exists, you do now. I want everybody happy and decaffeinated. Plus what happened this week will seem like a rerun, if you read a column I write less than month ago, when my spicy little cavalier Eve ate thirty cherry pits from a bowl that I carelessly left poolside. I`m not blaming the dog. I`m blaming myself. Like I’m the problem, it’s me. So what happened is that it`s tax time, and I have a wonderful accountant who will come to my house and meet with me and explain my taxes to me. I think I dread this meeting, because who loves paying taxes, but I know it`s necessary because I really want to try to understand more about my finances. Link in bio to read the rest of CHICK WIT here:
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Last week was a great reminder of my new life philosophy. Namely, YOLO. To be honest, the truth is I`ve never been a great planner. But YOLO makes me sound fun rather than lazy. YOLO leads to LOL. At least it did this week, which was momentous in my household. I got to have experience my happiest day of the year, which is the day that I actually finish a writing a novel and type THE END. YAY! That`s right, I just finished my new domestic thriller, which is entitled The Fall of the LaFleurs, and it will be out next July. It takes me a full year to write, research, and edit a novel, so I celebrate typing The End by rewarding myself, usually with carbohydrates. But this time, it was with a new puppy! As I wrote about recently, a puppy became available that was a half-brother of Daughter Francesca`s dog Bobby, who’s mellow and affectionate, so I snapped him up. I handed in my novel, then jumped in the car the very same day, excited to go pick up my new little guy, which involved driving to a McDonald’s in Frederick, Maryland to meet the breeder halfway. I remembered her saying that the best way to Frederick from my house was to take the Pennsylvania Turnpike west to 15 South. Okay, off I go. I felt like a kid again, getting a new puppy with a carful of new dog toys, a leash, a collar, and a crate pad. But that`s when I realized YOLO wasn`t the greatest idea. Link in bio to read the rest.
CHICK WIT: The Best and the Worst By Lisa Scottoline
It was the best of times it was the worst of times. But all in one day. Let me catch you up on last Saturday. I had been thinking about getting a new puppy for a long time because my two Cavaliers Boone and Kit were nearing 15, and I thought my little puppy Eve would love a companion and a houseful of fur. And by Eve, I mean me. And before I continue, let me say first that my rescue credentials are very well established. I`ve rescued dogs, cats, and even horses. I currently have a rescue horse, so I`m fully aware of the need to adopt animals. But I`m also of an age where I get to want what I want, too. And what I wanted was a new cavalier puppy. So I called my wonderful preservation breeder, who doesn`t breed her dogs often, so I expected a six month if not a year lead time. I have waited as long as two years for a dog, that`s how responsible these breeders are. So I sent my email, and amazingly, she wrote me back instantly saying that she had a litter of 15-week old puppies available. My heart exploded! It was sooner than I thought, But my life motto is don`t postpone fun. Especially not at my age. Francesca happened to be home, and we set up a Facetime and looked at three adorable puppies, two girls and a boy. I was leaning toward a girl and I didn`t care what she looked like as much as her temperament. Eve is so adventurous that I didn`t need any more adventure in my life. So we watched how the puppies behaved, not how they looked. What a concept. The two girls ran around like nuts, going up and down the stairs, and actually getting into a box of championship ribbons and wreaking havoc. But the little boy only wanted to sit in the breeder`s lap. He was interested in the world, but he wanted love. What a coincidence, so do I! So you know where I went. I picked the boy! This could be my best marriage yet. Link in bio to read the rest of CHICK WIT
CHICK WIT: Forbidden Fruit By Lisa Scottoline Are you smarter than your dog? Honestly, I’m not. I’ve met my match in Eve. This dog has me outsmarted. And evidently, it was easier than I thought. We begin with me telling you that Eve loves balls. And by loves, I mean obsesses. It started when she was a puppy, and I played fetch with her. Cavaliers aren’t known for fetching, and I thought it was fun and playful. Until playful turned pathological. As much as I love throwing a ball for a dog, Eve is not satisfied unless you have thrown 3000 balls. She never gets tired out, ever since she was a puppy. She will chase a ball all day long, then refuse to give it to you when she fetches it, which is the most annoying part. But I get it. I understand how you become obsessed. Read the rest of CHICK WIT at link in bio.
