Happy Birthday to Winston and Snickers!

Written by on April 06, 2014 1 Comment

On April 7, Winston and Snickers turn one!

As you might recall, a day after Dusty, the Angel Pup, passed away last August, Mark fell in love with a black and white puppy he saw online and we drove out to Pennsylvania to see him.  When the black and white puppy responded to us with a petrified look and by going catatonic, we asked about a sibling and met a small tan and white puppy with a scratched eye and severe underbite that brought the black and white one to life.  Since the tan-white one rescued the black-white one, and the black-white one rescued Mark, we took the two brothers home with us.

This is what the tan and white pup we named Snickers looked like last August.

Snickers just days after we got him.

Snickers just days after we got him.

Winston looked like this.

Winston shortly after we got him.

Winston shortly after we got him.

The two brothers have been inseparable since we got them–they go outside together, sleep together, and eat together.  And they got big together.  In fact, because of the great food Mark made for them, Snickers is almost as big as Winston.  Oh, and less I forget, they get very, very hairy together.

Winston and Snickers right before getting trimmed.

Winston and Snickers right before getting trimmed.

To celebrate their first birthday–and because they were so very fuzzy–we decided to take them to our favorite groomer to get trimmed, bathed, dried, fluffed and to get their nails and teeth done.  The extremely patient groomer called moments after we dropped the dogs off, explaining that due to the snaggles in the dogs’ fur, she was going to have to trim them pretty short.   While we were prepared for shortness, we were not quite prepared to discover that beneath Winston’s thick coat were so many black spots he appeared to be part Dalmation.

Winston revealing spots we didn't know he had.

Winston revealing spots we didn’t know he had.

Snickers, meanwhile, was buzzed free of the last of the black on his ears and the caramel color that once offset the off-white on his back.  The same thing had happened to Little Dipper back in the day, so Snickers’ look wasn’t quite as shocking to us.  Thankfully, neither dog seemed to care how different they looked.  When it was time for their birthday cake, they jumped right up to the table to pose for a photo.

Winston and Snickers preparing for their birthday party.

Winston and Snickers preparing for their birthday party.

Mark brought the cake over, and the dogs got exactly one good lick of chocolate for the photo before we took it away and pigged out without them.  See, chocolate is bad for dogs (and my waistline) but Mark and I were both craving chocolate.  Not to mention that the contrast of the dogs fur with a chocolate cake is far better a visual than a photo of them with a white cake.

One lick for each one-year-old.

One lick for each one-year-old.

After a bite of cake, the pups got a nice, long walk , a nap, and some new bones…which we took away after a bit because too much rawhide, like cake, is bad for dogs.  Poor things.

A new bone for each pup.

A new bone for each pup.

But all in all, I think it was a good first birthday for our pups, and a good first year.  So happy birthday to my pups.  Thank you for rescuing us.  And may you have many, many more days together.

Winston and Snickers on Mark's lap.

Winston and Snickers on Mark’s lap.

 

 

Spoiling a Cat After the Arrival of Two Puppies

Written by on February 27, 2014 1 Comment

Two bits of good news! First, I’ve created a new networking opportunity with Critter Joe’s, a nifty site devoted to pets.  Critter Joe’s posted information about my book  Something Furry Underfoot on his site under Helpful Information!  So check it out and all the other great things Critter Joe’s has to offer.

Secondly,  I’ve hooked up with www.ebooksoda.com to promote my book on their site, and in so doing, have lowered the e-book version of Something Fury Underfoot to $1.99!

Now for the week’s post.  Purrkins appeared under our porch ten years ago, and he grew up with two dogs–Little Dipper and Dusty.  Last August, after both of our beloved pups had gone off to heaven, we got two new puppies with boundless energy.  Here’s what Purrkins looked like when he first saw the puppies.

Purrkins checking out the new guys.

Purrkins checking out the new guys.

As soon as the new pups came into the house, Purrkins headed for the closest hide-out he could find.  Lucky for Purrkins, it took the dogs several days to discover this hiding spot.

Purrkins hiding in his box.

Purrkins hiding in his box.

Another favorite hiding spot is the linen closet, but don’t tell Mark.

Purrkins in the closet.

Purrkins in the closet.

Purrkins also found respite in a cat platform he’d ignored for years.

The epitome of interactions between Purrkins and the two puppies.

The epitome of interactions between Purrkins and the two puppies.

Purrkins also got his own feeding station, one raised up high enough that the pups could not bother him while he ate.  

Even with all these get-away places, over the course of several months, Purrkins began to lose weight.  And when I finally stopped and thought about it, Winston and Snickers had gotten all the attention since last August.  So I began trying to spoil Purrkins.  I started by buying him different kinds of canned cat food to make him feel special.

Purrkins experimenting with new, better food.

Purrkins experimenting with new, better food.

Some canned food was better than other.  In fact, some he wouldn’t eat at all.

Various cans of food purchased for Purrkins' dining pleasure.

Various cans of food purchased for Purrkins’ dining pleasure.

We also spent more time together getting fresh water from the bathroom faucet, another of his favorites.

Purrkins at the sink getting fresh water.

And I made time at night to play with Purrkins again, after the dogs were tucked away in the back bedroom area.

Play time with a dog leash dragged under a throw rug.

Play time with a dog leash dragged under a throw rug.

What’s really nifty is that Purrkins started putting weight back on again.  And over time, he not only was spotted in the vicinity of the puppies…

Purrkins in box; dogs on their bed nearby.

Purrkins in box; dogs on their bed nearby.

…he actually let Winston curl up with him for a nap!

Winston snuggled up with Purrkins.

Winston snuggled up with Purrkins.

So I think all life is better for Purrkins, at least when the puppies are calm, if not sleeping.  But just to be sure, I got him a new play tunnel the other day.

Purrkins with his new play tunnel.

Purrkins with his new play tunnel.

See, I knew that it’d take a while for Purrkins to get used to our energetic puppies, but I felt bad that I was a bit slow to realize the real impact on him.  He’s nearly back to his usual weight again.  And every night, when the puppies disappear to the back bedroom area for bed, Purrkins knows it’s our time to play.

Valentines Day to Make Most Women Jealous

Written by on February 15, 2014 1 Comment

It’s true, I’m spoiled.  And this year, Mark spoiled me with not only a Rago Rat fishing lure, but also a chocolate cake with my name on it.

My Rago Rat lure and the allegedly chocolate cake.

My Rago Rat lure and the allegedly chocolate cake.

The Rago Rat lure is the floating lure of choice when going after feisty fish like pike or bass.  Just throw it out onto the water, wiggle it now and again and wait for the water to boil.  The cake needs no explanation, of course, but it did turn out the cake was not chocolate–it was yellow.  The cool thing was that when I told Mark “It’s the thought that counts,” he thought some more and there appeared another fishing lure.  One I’d never seen before.

My waxwing fishing lure.

My waxwing fishing lure.

It’s called a Shamano Waxwing and it looks quite strange because it seems to have fins on the top of its head and underneath its head.  This lure will go down about 1.5 feet and then waggle back and forth under the water.

I then learned one waxwing is not enough, so there appeared another one.

My third and final fishing lure for Valentine's Day.

My third and final fishing lure for Valentine’s Day.

I know, all you ladies out there are super jealous, but consider that it’ll be several months yet before I’ll be able to tell you if these lures catch any fish.  Meanwhile, I’ll be enjoying on a delicious–albeit yellow–cake.  How sweet is that?

What Pups!

Written by on February 09, 2014 No Comments

Once upon a time, we had a dog named Dusty, the Angel Pup, who, with his pal, Little Dipper, filled our hearts and our days with happiness.  In August, 2012, Little Dipper passed away and in August 2013, Dusty went off to heaven to join her.  The next day my beloved, retired husband, Mark, spent a full day in the house without a pup.  And that was all he could take.  He was on the Internet looking for a pup the same mix as Dusty and Little Dipper–Lhasa Apso mixed with Bichon Frise.  Soon Mark found this black and white pup.

The face that won Mark over.

The face that won Mark over.

We drove from Michigan to Pennsylvania to look at the pups, and when he froze–absolutely terrified–we asked if he had a sibling.  Out came his brother who made everything okay.  We brought both pups home, get the black and white pup on August 24 and had a contest to name the pups , the winners of which received a free, autographed copy of my humorous, touching memoir, Something Furry Underfoot.  The winning names were Winston and Snickers.

Amy with Winston.

Amy with Winston.

Amy with Snickers.

Amy with Snickers.

The pups have been with us about five months and I can honestly say getting both of them was the best thing we’ve ever done.  From their perspective, having a sibling nearby probably made it easier to leave their mom and other siblings and travel cross-country with two strange people.  Getting used to the noises of the average suburban home–like the dishwasher, the squeak of the front door, and cars driving by the house–was probably easier with a brother around, as was going to the vet and the groomer.

From my perspective, coming home from work and being greeted by two happy pups is awesome.   Snickers likes to get picked up and gives me an old-fashioned greeting.

Snickers' greeting.

Snickers’ greeting.

Winston prefers to give what we call a “nose nib,” which is a super gentle nibble on the nose.

Winston giving me a nose nib.

Winston giving me a nose nib.

The puppies also remind me to have fun, which has been really import an during this very long winter.

Snickers and Winston running on the snow.

Snickers and Winston running on the snow.  (Winston has a leaf).

And for Mark, the pups are the best companions a retired guy could have.

Mark with the pups.

Mark with the pups.

So thanks for coming home with us pups and making our lives full up again.

For more tips and factoids about dogs and other pets, check out Something Furry Underfoot, my humorous, touching memoir about raising frogs, iguanas, hedgehogs, ferrets, hamsters, gerbils, mice, guinea pigs, rabbits, a stray cat, mynah birds and tropical fish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Search of an Indestructible Dog Toy

Written by on February 02, 2014 2 Comments

It turns out our nine-month-old puppies, Winston and Snickers are big-time chewers.  And after the pups chewed a door frame, we decided we should try to find an indestructible dog toy before our house started falling down.

Winston by the chewed door frame.

Winston by the chewed door frame.

Here are some potentially indestructible dog toys.

A selection of dog toys.

A selection of dog toys.

So, let’s start with the  one at the top left, the chicken with the rope on it.  In action, that toy looks like this.

Winston and Snickers with chicken tug toy

This particular toy was a leftover from the “Dusty and Little Dipper Days,” being the days we had our two previous lhasa-bichon mixes (which, by the way, did not chew at all in comparison to Winston and Snickers).   This toy is probably 10 years old.  Its new projected life span is about two days, because after the dogs retrieve the toy, they play tug-o-war.  The good thing about this toy is that while the rope part of the chicken is a few stitches from coming off, the body of the chicken is actually doing quite well.

Next, we explore the multi-celled, super squeaky uh, dinosaur-looking thingy?  Mark had great hopes for this toy, but within hours of its arrival, Winston chewed the head off.  I pondered sewing the head back on, but instead, I repaired  the opening in the body and threw the head away.  The body lasted another day or so before the plastic insides start coming out and I back to was sewing again.

Love is sewing a dog toy.

Love is sewing a dog toy.

Next, we consider what Mark was hoping would be a super long-lasting dog toy.  It’s called the Tubba Wubba, made by KONG.

kong toy

This toy lasted exactly 20 minutes before the dogs tugged off four of the strands from one end.

Of the other toys, I can only say that none were able to withstand the maws of my puppies for long.  An old sock lasted just as long as a twisted piece of rope we paid $8 for at the store.  It turns out the toy that has lasted the longest is the one that has the most prongs on it. It’s a jack-shaped plush.

Winston and Snickers with the best toy.

Winston and Snickers with the best toy, a jack-shaped toy.

Now, for those of you thinking, “They’re plush toys, they’re not going to be indestructible,” I say, “How wise you are!”  See, we had some old toys of Dusty’s to offer our new pups, and after we gave our new pups those, we felt bad about giving them only old ones, so had to try that dinosaur-like thingy, and then Mark saw the KONG pull toy, and so it went.  The fact is, we now take stuffed toys away from the puppies when they are done playing and simply want something to chew–we then give them a dog bone.

Winston and Snickers have also proven that not even dog bones are indestructible.  We bought a Healthy Edibles bone made by Nylabone, busted it in half and found nary a trace of it  when we returned home from dinner an hour later.  And while rawhides do last a while in comparison, we limit the time pups chew on rawhides to reduce the potential for small pieces to cause blockages in their wee tummies.

Snickers with rawhide2

The bones that last the longest in our house are Nylabone DuraChews and the Busy Buddy Bouncy Dog Toy. Even they are not indestructible, and we have to watch to make sure the pups don’t eat any large pieces.

Winston and Snickers with bones.

Winston and Snickers with bones. Winston has a Nylabone DuraChew Double Bone Bacon Flavored Dog Toy, and Snickers has the Busy Buddy Bouncy Dog Toy.

Now, there is one toy missing in our discussion, and that’s the KONG classic dog toy.  We’ve had it for months and stuff it with treats when we leave the house for an hour or so.  There’s not even a knick out of it, making it truly indestructible.  But I struggle with calling this a “toy” because I watched the pups a few times and it seems when the treat is gone, the pups stop playing with the KONG classic dog toy.  So it’s really–at least in our house–more of a temporary treat holder, than a toy.

Indeed, it’s hard to keep one’s house from being chewed by puppies.  But we’re feeling pup to the task.  I mean up to the task, of course.

Snickers with the KONG basic toy, while Winston waits for his turn.

Snickers (right) with the KONG toy while Winston waits his turn.

For more stories about pets, check out my book, Something Furry Underfoot.  A p-awesome review of my book was posted Feb. 1 on GoneBookserk.    Also, the Pen and Muse posted an interview of me on Feb. 2.  AND, Megan Cyrulreski posted another fun interview of me Feb. 3.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy National Squirrel Appreciation Day 2014!

Written by on January 20, 2014 2 Comments

Thanks to my squirrel-loving friend, Chris Johnson–who recently shared two very cute photos of baby fox squirrels with me–I was reminded that January 21 is National Squirrel Appreciation Day!  Now, there are people who like squirrels and there are people whose spouses arm them with Christmas gifts in anticipation of the year’s event:  for example, a soft blanket, a t-shirt and a welcome mat.

Christmas presents from Mark coming in handy!

Christmas presents from Mark coming in handy!

Hence qualified to write about squirrels, I must share that over the course of the last year, we experienced some very interesting things in the world of squirrels.  We saw a mother fox squirrel nesting in a nest box in our front yard, but we didn’t see her babies until one day, late spring, when she guided them across our roof and onto the fence on the left side of our deck.  There, she tried to entice them onto the deck, which is usually flush with sunflower seeds.  As I took photos of the two babies with their mom, though, I realized that one of the baby squirrel’s tail was injured, as in chopped off.  We named the squirrel Stumpy.

Stump with his brother, shortly after his injury.

Stumpy with his brother, shortly after his injury.

While the mom jumped down onto the deck to show the two babies how to stuff one’s face with sunflower seeds, the two babies would not budge.  When one of them made a squeaky type noise, the mom ran back up the fence, nudged the one baby, then seemly wrapped her arms around Stumpy.  We felt we’d witnessed a very tender moment in the world of squirrels.

Stumpy being comforted by his mom.

Stumpy being comforted by his mom.

Moments later, she guided the babies off the fence, back across the roof, to their nest box in the front yard.  We didn’t see the family again for about two weeks.  When we did, it seemed Stumpy’s tail was healing over!  Mid-summer I took this shot of Stumpy.

Stumpy showing us his tail had healed over.

Stumpy showing us his tail had healed over.

In the fall, on another box in our front yard, we saw another touching moment between mother and baby squirrel.

Mom with baby in the front yard.

Mom with baby in the front yard.

Our yard is also home for a gray squirrel, which is sharing a box with two black squirrels.  She appeared as a young squirrel and is now rather, well, matronly.

Gray squirrel

We also are visited by her black squirrel friends.

Black squirrel dug his way down into the snow to get to the seeds.

Black squirrel dug his way down into the snow to get to the seeds.

I captured this photo after we shoveled the deck off for our pals, during a light snow.

Black squirrel in the white snow.

Black squirrel in the white snow.

And this fella showed me something I’d never seen before.  He was eating the snow, but it looks from the photo as if he was preparing for a snowball fight.

Black squirrel with snow.

Black squirrel with snow.

Our yard is also visited by squirrels that seem to be a mix of colors.

Black squirrel with red tail.

Black squirrel with red tail.

Today we saw six baby black squirrels emerge from a box in our backyard, along with their mom.  Soon, they were racing up and down our cottonwood and creating disharmony for the nearby, resident fox squirrel.  Below is a photo of six of the family members.

Five baby black squirrels on our cottonwood tree.

Five baby black squirrels on our cottonwood tree.

So happy National Squirrel Appreciation Day, all you fellow squirrel lovers!  Oh, and remember, this day was chosen because food sources for squirrel are at their lowest.  Don’t forget to put out some sunflower seeds or corn for your fuzzy pals.

 

 

 

 

January 15 Help Blog the Change 4 Animals: Pet Video–What Animals Deserve

Written by on January 15, 2014 No Comments

My 3-minute YouTube Video called What Animals Deserve, features dogs, a stray cat, mynah birds, hamsters and a mouse named Smokey Joe.  It promotes the well-being of all animals, including those we choose to bring home as pets.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keR2JssTtO.

 

Smokey Joe, the mouse we rescued in our barbecue, has a home with us forever.

Smokey Joe, the mouse we rescued in our barbecue, has a home with us forever.

New Year’s Resolution: 10 Things to Remember Before You Bring Home a New Pet

Written by on December 31, 2013 No Comments

In 2014, countless numbers of pets will get new homes.  Some pets will come from pet stores, some saved from puppy mills, some rescued from shelters.  Many pets are gotten on a whim;  other pets are brought home by people with a particular goal in mind, yet things don’t always work out according to their expectations.  Neither situation is good for the pet.  This blog posting is to help people make good decisions before they bring a pet home.

1.  Any existing pets.  Some pets are tolerant of other pets; others not so much.  If your existing pet does not adjust easily to new pets, then you shouldn’t consider bringing any more into your house.  Remember, your first commitment is to the pet(s) you already have.

2.  The lifespan of the critter you’re thinking about.  If you are considering a guinea pig, you’ll learn online that guinea pigs live on average 5-8 years.  But what happens if instead your guinea pig–like ours–lives to be 12 years old?  Will you be there for the guinea pig if it lives longer than you originally thought?  My recommendation:  take the “average lifespan” of the pet from online information and add several years, just in case.  Then look into the future and see where you might be down the road.  Can you commit to that pet for its entire life?

When we took in Purrkins as a stray kitten, we knew we were committed to what might be a 20-year lifespan.

When we took in Purrkins as a stray kitten, we knew we were committed to what might be a 20-year lifespan.

3.  Your pocket book.  When we got our two puppies, Winston and Snickers, we got them for a “deal” because they were four months old and because one puppy had a scratch on his eye.  But, while we “only” spent $450 on the two puppies, the vet bill for their exams, shots, and heart-worm and flea prevention cost over $450. When Winston had an allergic reaction to his rabies shot, an emergency trip to a clinic cost us another $125.  A couple of months later, both pups needed grooming; that cost another $90.  So we spent over $1,000 not counting food, beds or any of dozens of chew bones.  In Something Furry Underfoot you’ll read how we rescued a rabbit we had to get neutered to address some behavior issues; we also paid about $500 to fix several very bad teeth.  My recommendation:  before you bring a pet home, have $1,000 saved up, and build that account back up as soon as you can after your initial purchase.
Snickers, our "deal of a dog" that will likely need eye surgery in the future.

Snickers, our “deal of a dog” that will likely need eye surgery in the future.

4.  Whether the pet is for an adult or a child.  Keep in mind that buying a pet for a child is often actually buying a pet for an adult to supervise, if not, assume care for.  My stepdaughter did well caring for the guinea pigs every other weekend she visited, but between visits, and when she went to college, I was the primary caretaker.  Every parent should be prepared to stand in for their children.

5.  Your lifestyle.  Do you have time in your life to give a pet the attention it deserves?  Or, do you travel so much or have such a tight schedule that you’ll seldom be home for your new pal?  Do you work 12-hour days and hope that if you get a puppy it can “hold it” while you’re at work?  Finally, do you need a neat, finished, perfect look to your house?  Answers to each of these questions will help you figure out if the pet you’re considering is the right one for you.  Here are some pet-specific things to consider based on experiences I shared in my memoir Something Furry Underfoot:

  • If you get a ferret, you’ll need to ferret-proof your house so your fuzzy can’t get harmed.  Ferret-proofing our house resulted in adding plastic covers (secured with duct tape) to each of our potted plants, rubber bands on our kitchen cupboards, and duct tape on the underside of our La-Z-Boy recliner (because a ferret in a recliner can be lethal to ferrets if someone sits on the chair!)
  • Rabbits are cute and fuzzy, but our rescue rabbit clawed on a bedroom wall and door frame.
  • Our two iguanas were very messy and needed their cage cleaned at least weekly.
  • Our male hedgehog went missing for three nights before we finally found him…he emerged from the kitchen cupboard.  Finding him required three night sitting in the dark, waiting.  (Read more in Chapter 4 of Something Furry Underfoot!)
  • Our new puppies damaged one baseball hat, one of their own beds, one contour rug, and they chewed a hole in the doorway to our bedroom.  We think that adds personality to our home.  Would you?
Winston posing by the damaged door frame.

Winston posing by the damaged door frame.

 6.  What you need.  If what you’re looking for in a pet is a companion, you probably shouldn’t consider a hamster, because most hamsters are solitary creatures that are perfectly happy alone, albeit with occasional run in an exercise ball.  If what you’re looking for is something to care for, there are plenty of shelter pets that need your TLC.  If what you’re looking for is an interactive pet, I can tell you that many cats are stand-off-ish and some are more lively at night than during the day.  So, before you bring a pet home, think about why you’re getting a pet, then do research to figure out what pet best meets your needs.

Smokey Joe, the mouse we rescued in our barbecue, has a home with us forever.

Smokey Joe, the battered mouse we rescued in our barbecue he deserved better than to be battered any more. (Note the very short tail, the torn ear).

7.  Your abilities in relation to the pet.  Ferrets are like toddlers stuck in the “terrible twos–they need to be watched closely while romping around.  Ferrets can live 5-9 years.  So let’s say you’re 16 and planning to go to college.  Or let’s say you’re physically unable to get around quickly to grab a ferret when it opens a cupboard.  Either situation makes for a bad deal for a ferret–the college kid may subject the ferret to irresponsible college kids who, albeit accidentally, are likely to cause the demise of the ferret; a physically challenged person may not be able to prevent the ferret from getting into trouble.  My opinion is that college students have no business getting pets; physically challenged people should consider pets other than ferrets.  So, think about your abilities in relation to the pet.
Smiggles, one very energetic ferret.

Smiggles, one very energetic ferret.

8.  What you can adapt to. Keep in mind that the pet you bring home may or may not be the pet you were hoping for.  We had a ferret named Coco that loved to bite, and loved to bite me in particular.  We didn’t get rid of Coco; instead, we learned to deal with her bite-i-ness by wearing heavy sweatshirts and moving quickly to stay out of her way.   Before you bring a pet home, please realize it’s a commitment no matter what that pet turns out to be like.
Hampy we got that nearly escaped from his box before we got home.

A hampster that nearly escaped from his box before we got home.

9. Your Plan B.  My stepson works at the Great Lakes Rabbit Sanctuary and said somebody dropped off two rabbits because the two rabbits didn’t get along.  A Plan B–a plan to deal with the likelihood that their two rabbits wouldn’t along–should have been formulated before the owner got those two rabbits.  My friend, Brenda, came up with a Plan B when it turned out her two rescue rabbits didn’t get along:   one rabbit gets the run of the upstairs; the other the run of the downstairs.  Have your Plan B–your “What if?” game plan–formulated before you commit to a pet.
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9b.  Your Really Final Plan B.  Fact is, none of us make it out of this life alive, so it’s important to include in your “after-life” discussions with family and friends what you want to happen to your pets.  My friends all know that I own nothing I value more than my pets, so I know they will find good homes for all my pets should I not outlive them.  Be sure to have that conversation.
10.  Your commitment.  The common theme in this blog posting is that before you bring a pet home, you need to ask yourself whether you can commit to making the best home possible for that pet?  Will you be with it in sickness and in health, in good times and bad?  Will you always think of it before you make any life-altering decisions? I know of a woman who allegedly loved her pet parrot but fell in love with a guy and plans to move to an apartment out of state that does not allow pets.  Taking home a pet is commitment no matter what the future brings. 
Me and my two puppies, one of whom will likely need eye surgery in the future

Happy new year from from me and my two puppies, Snickers and Winston.

Book Review Posted in the Lansing State Journal; Book Review on Author Alliance; Author Interview Christmas Day and January 2, 2014

Written by on December 18, 2013 No Comments

It’s simple, it’s sweet and it’s wonderful to get such a nice review and local coverage about my book.  Check out this article by Ray Walsh, Lansing State Journalwriter and owner of East Lansing’s famous book store, Curious Book Shop.

http://www.lansingstatejournal.com/article/20131217/THINGSTODO07/312170055/Pet-lovers-will-love-these-offering

Also, hot off the press, Shemeka Mitchell of the Author Alliance posted a 5-star review of my book on the Author Alliance web site! http://www.authoralliance.net/author-alliances-s-mitchell-reviews-something-furry-underfoot-by-amy-l-peterson/

Then, check out Sara’s Rose Salih’s interview on  her new web site. http://sararosesalih.com/interview-with-amy-l-peterson

And, just posted on January 2, 2014, an author interview on Author Alliance:  http://www.authoralliance.net/author-alliance-interviews-something-furry-underfoot-author-amy-peterson.

Who did it?

We’re very excited about all this!

Loving Snow as Much as Pups

Written by on December 15, 2013 No Comments

Until this weekend, our two pups, Winston and Snickers, were just as happy playing inside the house as outside.

Winston and Snickers playing inside the house.

Winston and Snickers playing inside the house.

But with six inches of snow on the ground, the puppies preferred to be outside.  They ran around the front yard, then we took them to the back yard.

Pups in the snow.

Pups in the snow.

 

Snickers’ loved it.

Snickers in the snow.

Snickers in the snow.

Afterwards, inside the house, the pups  became rather pitiful looking as the little wads of snow slowly melted.

Winston, imitating a homeless dog.

Winston, imitating a homeless dog.

But after the pups were dried off and they had a wee nap, they were back outside to romp around in the snow again.

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This afternoon I was wondering:  if I didn’t have to shovel the driveway to get my car out, shovel the deck so the birds and squirrels can find the sunflower seeds easier, and shovel a circle in the backyard so that the ducks can find the corn we put out for them, would I see the snow as merely something fun to play in?  Like a pup or kid?  So, I put on my boots and joined the pups outside, and as I ran around in circles chased by smiling fur, I felt a renewed love for the white, fluffy stuff that is after all, a part of a Michigan winter.   So thanks, pups, for reminding me how much fun the snow can be.  Next time:  snow angels!

 

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