Random Woos and Bad Big Brown Dogs
I know, I know, I’ve been slacking. I started out with such good intentions, but somehow my three posts a week have dwindled to an anorexic one or two. I promise to be better in April. It will be SPRING! and WARM! and everyone will be HAPPY! (Those of us who live in New England are such optimistic fools.)
Anyhow, I have been busy. I have finally established my Facebook Author page (or rather, my sister did it for me) and I would take it as the greatest favor if you would hie yourself over there and like it. Or me. Or whatever one is supposed to do on The Facebook. (Random elderly relative story — a favorite aunt is in a nursing home, and periodically she would call us up and say “I played The WOO today,” and cackle like a maniac. It sounded vaguely dirty and I always covered the children’s ears if we were on speakerphone. Well, it turns out The WOO was Wii, the other bane of my existence because it is the joy of my six-year-old’s life. So, around here we tend to stick a capital THE in front of any newfangled technology.)
Also, I am being interviewed by the charming and lovely Debra Driza, no mean writer herself, and among other things we are commiserating over our BAD DOG stories. Because I didn’t want to horrify her too much, I left out the one where my 110 pound unneutered show dog took a, um, special liking to my 100 pound friend. He would back her into a corner, then very gently reach out one paw to wrap around her shoulders….
Come back Thursday for a better behaved blog post.