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Talk to the Paw: Happy Halloween!

We did have two brave souls who offered fun photos of their pets in Halloween attire. So cute!

First up, We have Julie Kazimer’s adorable pooches dressed as… Frogs! LOL!

Bodie Frog

Bodie Frog

Killer Frog

Killer Frog

Thea Hutchinson’s Tom the Office Cat has been a previous guest on the blog and we’re happy to see him return in all his holiday glory. A bit early for Christmas, but who cares! He looks so cute!

Tom the Office Cat Reindeer

Tom the Office Cat Reindeer

Tom the Office Cat

Tom the Xmas Gift

I hope you all had a very Happy Halloween!

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KarenKaren Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

 

Talk to the Paw: Halloween Choices!

by Karen Duvall

Halloween is creeping up on me. I haven’t done a very good job preparing for it this year, mostly because I’m staring down the barrel of a deadline. What do you know, I have to have this book turned in by October 31. What a coincidence that it’s the same day as Halloween! Scary. It’s also my son’s birthday.

Last week my dog tried on a shirt she thought about wearing for Halloween, but she wasn’t sure she liked being a dinosaur. I thought a Princess might work.

Princess Kinsey

Too girly?

She wouldn’t let me paint her toenails or do her hair.

Next we tried something that better fits her personality.

Devil Dog

Ah, much better.

Thankfully, I had at least one person respond to my begging plea for a Halloween costume photo of her pet. Thank you, Pat Stoltey! Katie Cat is adorable even if she did feel insulted and turned her back to the camera. A valiant effort from you both!

Katie Cat

Kitty Couture… Katie makes a fashion statement.

It’s not too late to send me your pet costume photos. Halloween is exactly one week away, so I will post what you send me if you get it to me by Halloween day. Your pics will appear on the blog Friday, November 1. Please send your pet photos to jkduvall@bendbroadband.com

My cat Ted thinks all this Halloween stuff is pretty funny. He went through his humiliation last year so this year is pure entertainment for him.

Laughing Ted

You guys crack me up!

Have a screamy Halloweeny!

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Karen Duvall

Karen Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

 

http://www.karenduvallauthor.com/

http://www.karenduvall.blogspot.com

https://twitter.com/KarenDuvall

http://www.facebook.com/Karen.Duvall.Author

Talk to the Paw – Preparing for Halloween

by Karen Duvall

Halloween Ted

Teddy already knows what he wants to be for Halloween, but Kinsey can’t decide. She tried out this Dinosaur shirt, but she’s not quite feeling it yet. We’re going to have to explore a few more options.

Kinsey the Dinosaur

I suggested a princess. I told her I’d even paint her toenails pink, but she’s not going for it. She’s a bit of a Tomboy, so it looks like we’ll be looking more in that direction. We still have time to find a costume she’s happy with.

How about your pets? Send me photos of your pets dressed up for Halloween and I’ll post them on Talk to the Paw. Just email them to me here.

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Karen DuvallKaren Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

Talk to the Paw: Make No Bones About It

Kinsey as a Puppy

Kinsey at 4 weeks old

by Karen Duvall

We gave Kinsey a bad habit when she was a puppy. Bones. Not just a bone every now and then, but a bone every single night. When she was a wee puppy (almost 5 years ago), her energy level was through the roof. She needed constant attention and was so curious about everything that she was always getting into trouble. Solution? A nice juicy bone to occupy her time.

Her first pacifiers were chewy things for teething. She got rawhide this and that, those big yucky pig’s ears, bull tendons, baked knuckle bones… Having that kind of stuff in the house is difficult for a vegetarian, but I figured it was for a good cause: my sanity. I had to keep my puppy satisfied or I’d never get any writing done.

Kinsey

Kinsey

Sammy

Sammy

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kinsey is all grown up now and her need for a pacifier is long over. However, she’s a spoiled brat and she has my husband wrapped around her paw. “She likes her bones,” he says. Our living room looks like a cattle graveyard.

The cats are disgusted with her bone habit, and quite frankly, so am I. Especially since Kinsey is obsessively protective of her collection.

Kinsey: Mine, mine, mine! Get away or I’ll bite you.

Sammy: Rolls her eyes. Yeah, right. I have no interest in your slimy old bone anyway.

Kinsey: That’s because you have no taste. They’re delicious.

Sammy: They’re disgusting.

Kinsey: Oh, yeah? I’ve seen Dad watch cooking shows on TV and the humans boil beef bones to make soup.

Sammy: Yawns. Chicken I may pay attention to, but cows? Narrows her eyes. You know, you kind of look like a cow. A Guernsey cow.

Kinsey: Growls. You’re getting too close. Back away from my bone.

Sammy: Okay, okay. Sheesh. Paranoid much?

Kinsey: This bone is special. It’s the same kind humans eat in those gourmet restaurants.

Sammy: Humans don’t eat bones, they eat the meat on the bones. At least humans that eat meat do.

Kinsey: It’s a shank bone with yummy marrow inside. Humans pay a lot of money for these.

Sammy: For dog bones? You’re not serious.

Kinsey: I am serious. I heard Dad telling mom about it the other night. They scoop out the marrow with skinny spoons and spread it on bread. It’s a delicacy.

Sammy: Walks by Kinsey and trips on an old bone sticking out from under the couch. Ouch! That thing’s sharp. The least you can do is pick up after yourself.

Kinsey: Mom will do it.

Sammy: You’re spoiled.

Kinsey: Am not.

Sammy: Are too.

Kinsey: My old bones are useful, you know. Dad puts them outside under the plants to keep the deer away.

Sammy: He uses bones as deer repellent?

Kinsey: Yep. So I’m helping out the family. That’s more than I can say for you.

Sammy: Whatevs. I still think you’re spoiled. I’ve seen dad smear peanut butter inside your empty bones just to get you to leave him alone when he doesn’t want to play ball.

Kinsey: Grins. I do have my ways of getting what I want.

Sammy: Swipes a paw at Kinsey’s face and hisses.

Kinsey: Cringes. Hey, what was that for?

Sammy: That was me getting what I want.

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Karen DuvallKaren Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

 

http://www.karenduvallauthor.com/

http://www.karenduvall.blogspot.com

https://twitter.com/KarenDuvall

http://www.facebook.com/Karen.Duvall.Author

Talk to the Paw: The Sound of Silence

by Karen Duvall

When I write, I like complete silence. No music playing in the background, no television noises to distract me (unless it’s football, of course. The sound of cheering keeps me motivated). My pets know my demands, and the cats are lovely about keeping quiet. The dog, on the other hand… She claims she can’t help herself. I’ll be right in the middle of a pivotal scene, concentrating on what the characters will do next, when all of a sudden… BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK! I nearly fall off my chair.

Sammy         Kinsey

Sammy: What’s wrong with you?

Kinsey: Looks confused. I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Sammy: The barking. At everything.

Kinsey: I do not bark at everything.

Sammy: You see a leaf fall from a tree, you bark. The birds gather at the feeder in the yard, you bark. A neighbor walks by the house, you bark.

Kinsey: I’m a watchdog. It’s what I do.

Sammy: Watch things and then bark at them?

Kinsey: Growls.

Sammy: You’re making Mom a wreck, you know.

Kinsey: Am not.

Sammy: Are too.

Kinsey: She knows I can’t help myself.

Sammy: She calls you Lady Barksalot.

Kinsey: Well, if a burglar ever comes in the yard or tries to break into the house—

Sammy: You’ll break his ear drums with your high-decibel barks. I know.

Kinsey: Looks smug. You’re just jealous.

Sammy: Excuse me?

Kinsey: You do nothing but eat and sleep all day.

Sammy: Untrue. I keep Mom’s lap warm while she’s writing. My purring always puts her in a good mood. I’m her muse.

Kinsey: Looks thoughtful. That’s not what I heard.

Sammy: What did you hear?

Kinsey: That you’re trouble.

Sammy: Just because my sudden energy bursts sometimes knocks plants over and sends vases crashing to the floor doesn’t mean I’m trouble.

Kinsey: Just keep telling yourself that.

Sammy: Hisses and swats at Kinsey’s retreating backside.

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MeKaren Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

 

http://www.karenduvallauthor.com/

http://www.karenduvall.blogspot.com

https://twitter.com/KarenDuvall

http://www.facebook.com/Karen.Duvall.Author

Talk to the Paw: The Great Chase

by Karen Duvall

It’s been very busy in our household lately and our pets sense a change is coming. My husband and I will be leaving for our much-anticipated trip to Colorado next week and of course our fur babies don’t want us to go. To top it off, my husband just had minor hernia surgery so he hasn’t been as active with Kinsey as he usually is. She’s jonesing for more ball playing time.

Sammy         Kinsey

Sammy: Would you please sit still?

Kinsey: Panting and twitching. I am still. I’m sitting down. Maybe I should stand. No, sitting is better. On second thought, if I stand next to the couch where Dad is sleeping he might throw the ball for me.

Sammy: Cool your jets, Kins. Dad’s not up for playing ball right now. Even walking is a challenge.

Kinsey: Sits down again. Oh, yeah. Right. Then I’ll go drop my ball on Mom’s keyboard.

Sammy: I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

Kinsey: Why not?

Sammy: She’s kind of stressed.

Kinsey: So? What else is new.

Sammy: She’s been taking care of Dad and she has lots to do before they leave on their trip.

Kinsey: Moans. Don’t remind me.

Sammy: Have some catnip. That’ll fix you right up.

Kinsey: Grabs the ball in her mouth and drops it in front of Sammy. Here. Push the ball with your nose. Just a little. Make it roll and I’ll fetch it.

Sammy: Eewww, no way! It’s got drool all over it.

Kinsey: Starts twitching again. If I don’t get my ball time I’ll go crazy.

Sammy: Ask Teddy. He could use the exercise.

Kinsey: He’ll just sit on it and I may never see it again.

Sammy: Yawns. Not my problem.

Kinsey: Stares at Sammy.

Sammy: What are you looking at?

Kinsey: Cocks her head to one side. You’re not exactly round, but you’ll do in a pinch.

Sammy: Stands and backs up a few steps. What do mean?

Kinsey: The only time I ever chased a cat was when the neighbor’s cats got in our yard. It was kinda fun.

Sammy: Narrows her eyes. You’re not chasing me.

Kinsey: Aw, come on. Be a sport.

Sammy: Backs up some more. No.

Kinsey: I promise not to slobber on you. Not much anyway.

Sammy: Turns around and launches herself down the hall until she’s only a black blur.

Kinsey: Runs after her. Hey, no fair! I wasn’t ready!

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KarenKaren Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

Talk to the Paw: Fighting Tooth and Claw

By Karen Duvall

Kinsey was very sad when I told her we didn’t have a guest for her this week. She’s super friendly and loves meeting other dogs even though she likes people better. I told her she might have someone new to talk to next week. If there are any writer’s pets out there who’d like to be interviewed for Talk to the Paw, please contact me.

There are always accusations flying between my pets. In my home, the blame game is a regular sport. There are no winners, and everyone calls each other a loser. Things were no different this week. I’ve been busier than usual getting ready for the Colorado Gold Conference, and the animals are nervous about my husband and me leaving them behind. They’ll have a sitter here at the house while we’re gone, but like all children, they’d rather have Mom and Dad. Point is, they’re a bit on edge. More hissing and barking than normal, and usually at each other.

Kinsey

Kinsey

Sammy

Sammy

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kinsey: Admit it. I know it was you.

Sammy: Narrows her eyes. Was not.

Kinsey: Was too.

Sammy: Was not.

Kinsey: Was too.

Sammy: How do you know it wasn’t Cody? Or Teddy?

Kinsey: Because you puke more than they do.

Sammy: It wasn’t my puke.

Kinsey: I heard you make that sound you do when you throw up. Like a drowning vacuum cleaner with hiccups.

Sammy: Was there a hairball in it?

Kinsey: Pauses to think. Yes! There was a hairball! And it was black, just like your fur.

Sammy: Bristles. Liar! I’ve never thrown up a hairball. Neither has Cody or Teddy. It was YOU that threw up on the carpet!

Kinsey: Looks around and clears her throat. It was YOU that killed the cute little bird in the back yard the other day.

Sammy: Me? Puh-leese. I’m not allowed outside.

Kinsey: But you got out. I watched you. Dad put you in your cat walker in the yard and you pawed the latch until it sprung. I saw you!

Sammy: Shrugs. So I got out. So what. That doesn’t mean I killed the bird.

Kinsey: You were the only one loose.

Sammy: YOU were loose, too, you know.

Kinsey: Why would I kill a bird? That’s what cats do, not dogs.

Sammy: I’ve seen you nearly trample the birds around the feeder when you’re chasing your ball.

Kinsey: But I’m not trying to kill them, and I never do. That’s the difference. You want to kill birds.

Sammy: In my defense, it’s my natural instinct to go after birds. I get excited when they move fast like that.

Kinsey: Points an accusatory paw. So it WAS you!

Sammy: Looks around before starting to groom herself. Maybe. I plead the fifth.

Kinsey: The fifth what?

Sammy: I don’t know. It’s what the humans say on those TV shows Mom always watches.

Kinsey: Blows a raspberry. Bird killer.

Sammy: Carpet puker.

Long pause

Kinsey: I guess Teddy could have killed that bird. He’s allowed to go out in the yard alone now that he’s too fat to jump the fence.

Sammy: Well, I guess Cody could have puked on the carpet. The puke was yellow. That’s his color.

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Karen DuvallKaren Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

Talk to the Paw – Cat-astrophes Waiting to Happen

We’re happy to welcome a new guest today on Talk to the Paw. Thea Hutcheson has graciously allowed Tom the Office Cat to Skype with my cat, Sammy the Troublemaker. Our two kitties share a fondness for keyboards, chatting at the top of their lungs, and absconding with valuable office supplies.

Tom the Office Cat

Tom the Office Cat

Sammy

Sammy the Troublemaker

Both these kitties were rescued as kittens. Thea tells me her Tom, only four weeks old at the time, showed up three years ago in the cat condo she has on her outdoor deck. When my Sammy was six or seven weeks old, she was found crying while wandering through a shopping center parking lot late at night when my husband was working in a store there. Now our furbabies are all grown up and making valuable contributions to our writing lives. 

Sammy: Pats computer monitor. Hey! Tom, is that you in there? How do I get you out?

Tom: Pats his monitor so their paws touch. I thought you were the one in there.

Sammy: Nope. I’m in my house.

Tom: I’m inside my house, too.

Silence as they both disappear behind their computer monitors and then come back out.

Sammy: That’s really weird. I can hear you and see you, but I can’t touch you.

Tom: Bummer.

Sammy: Anyway, I heard you like office supplies. So do I!

Tom: Turns in a fast circle. They’re the best! Especially tape. Give me lots and lots of sticky tape. Yumyumyumyum.

Sammy: Ugh! Are you kidding me? I hate getting that sticky stuff on my paws. I have to run all over the house to get it off.

Tom: Then you’re not doing it right.

Sammy: How about rubberbands? Man, those things are awesome. Very chewy.

Tom: I haven’t tried those yet.

Sammy: You should. You’ll love ‘em. You can fling them and chase them and then eat them.

Tom: What do they taste like?

Sammy: Rubber. Giggles. The best part is when my mom finds them after I’ve pooped them out. I’m pretty sure they’re still useable, too.

Tom: Makes a disgusted face. Pens and highlighters are my favorites. I like to carry them around and drop them in the hallway for my mom to pick up.

Sammy: Yeah? I should try that. I have fun knocking pens and stuff off the desk though. I like to watch them bounce on the floor before Kinsey eats them.

Tom: Who’s Kinsey?

Sammy: Our dog. Do you have a dog?

Tom: No.

Sammy: Want one?

Tom: No.

Silence

Sammy: I also heard you manage your mom’s printer.

Tom: Nods. Yep. I’m in charge. I inspect every piece of paper that goes in and every one that comes out, and I make sure it doesn’t get jammed.

Sammy: Wow, that’s an important job. I get excited by the sound the printer makes. I’ve tried to grab the paper when it comes out, but mom gets mad at me because it does something she calls “misfeed.” It looks perfectly fed to me, but it spits out everything it eats. That’s just wrong.

Tom: Do you like boxes? They make great beds for napping. You have to chew all the edges though so everyone knows it’s yours.

Sammy: I have two boxes on the kitchen counter that mom calls my “Petting Boxes.” I’m not allowed on the counter unless I use a Petting Box to sit in. I love getting petted. It makes me purr.

Tom: I love it too. I demand lots of petting while my mom is working.

Sammy: Do you help your mom write?

Tom: Absolutely! She’d never type a coherent word if not for me. I tap the keyboard or walk over it. I’m the best editor she’s ever had.

Sammy: Holds paw up to the monitor. High five!

Tom: Places his paw on his monitor to match hers.

Sammy: Oh! I think I hear that whirring noise of a printer running.

Tom: Yeah, I gotta go. It’s my job to make sure it prints properly. Disappears from view.

Sammy: Looks sad while staring at the empty screen. Was nice meeting you! Don’t forget to try the rubberbands!

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Karen Duvall

Karen Duvall is an award-winning author with 4 published novels and 2 novellas. Harlequin Luna published her Knight’s Curse series last year, and her post apocalyptic novella, Sun Storm, was released in Luna’s ‘Til The World Ends anthology in January 2013.

Karen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four incredibly spoiled pets. She is currently working on a new contemporary fantasy romance series.

Talk to the Paw: MacGuffin and Riley

By Karen Duvall

Talk to the Paw is for all writers and the pets that own them, so I’ve invited a couple of guests for one of my furry darlings to interview. Today’s honored canines are two adorable dachshunds, MacGuffin and Riley, that own a remarkable author by the name of Yvonne Montgomery.

MacGuffin

MacGuffin

Kinsey

Riley

Riley

Please pardon the fuzzy photos of Yvonne’s cunning canines, but they’re both too quick on their feet to stay still long enough to snap a picture. As befitting of their mystery author mom, these two are experienced in the art of slippery investigation. At least that’s what my dog Kinsey tells me. Kinsey got to Skype with her two new friends and what follows is a peek at their conversation.

Kinsey: Taps computer monitor with her nose. Hey! Guys? Can you see me?

MacGuffin: Kinda fuzzy through your nose snot, but yeah, I see ya okay.

Riley: If Mac would move his fat butt over, I might see you too.

Kinsey: I think its great that our moms are letting us Skype. Though I’d rather sniff your butts to get to know you, this will have to do.

MacGuffin: Sniffs the monitor.

Riley: Tries to push MacGuffin out of the way, but he pushes back.

Kinsey: You guys are wiener dogs, right?

MacGuffin: Looks insulted. We’re dachshunds.

Kinsey: So, MacGuffin, I hear you’re the alpha dog in your pack.

MacGuffin: That’s right.

Riley: Huffs and yawns. You wish. You should see how he gets when there’s a fly in the house. Some alpha.

MacGuffin: Hey, flies are dangerous. They can sting you.

Riley: Bees are the ones that sting, not flies.

Kinsey: Riley’s right, you know. I eat flies all the time and I’ve never been stung.

MacGuffin: Flies are dangerous. End of discussion.

Kinsey: Look, Mac, I get it. I feel the same way about big stuff in the sky. Kites? Man, those things will KILL you. So will airplanes and helicopters. You have to get out of sight fast or you’re a goner.

MacGuffin: Is that right? Where do you hide? Maybe I’ll try it the next time I’m attacked by a fly.

Kinsey: I have the best hiding place ever. Behind the toilet.

Riley: You look too big to hide behind a toilet.

Kinsey: Bristles. Are you calling me fat?

MacGuffin: Don’t mind him. He has no manners. He’s too hung up on rules to care when he hurts someone’s feelings.

Riley: Growls.

MacGuffin: See what I mean?

Kinsey: I heard you guys live with cats.

Riley: Lifts his lip. Four of them.

Kinsey: We have three. One of them in particular is a real pain in my ass.

MacGuffin: We used to have only two, but then our mom’s daughter showed up with two kids AND two cats. Double the trouble—

Kinsey: Double the fun?

Riley: Snorts. Not bloody likely.

Kinsey: Cats are at least good for one thing.

Riley and MacGuffin: In unison: What’s that?

Kinsey: They leave us treats in their litterbox.

Riley: Looks disgusted. That’s gross.

MacGuffin: A cat turd has never crossed my lips.

Kinsey: Then you don’t know what you’re missing.

Awkward silence.

Kinsey: Alrighty then. I guess that concludes today’s interview. It was lovely to meet you both and I’m sure you’re very helpful to your author mom when she’s writing. I know I am to mine. A strategic placement of my ball on her keyboard makes all the difference. Hey, guys? Do either of you play ball? I’d be happy to give you some pointers…

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Karen DuvallKaren Duvall is a multi-published author with Harlequin Luna. Her current project is a fantasy romance that features lizards, birds, Dodos, pigs, a tiger and a cat, but no dogs. Her own dog is not happy about this and is thinking about going on strike.

http://www.karenduvallauthor.com

Talk to the Paw: A weekly column featuring writers and their pets

My name is Karen Duvall and I’m a writer. And a pet owner, or a slave to my pets, depending on your perspective. I work at home and my animals are my constant companions.

Writing can be a lonely endeavor, and many of us have pets to keep us company (or to distract us) as we work. I have four wonderfully spoiled animals whose antics inspire and infuriate me, so I thought it would be fun to share as it applies to my writing life. But it won’t all be about me, I promise. I plan to invite other authors to share their pet stories and interviews with their cats, dogs, lizards, mice, spiders… Pets come in a variety of species and I don’t discriminate when it comes to the creatures we choose to bring into our families.

Karen's Dog

Meet my dog, Kinsey. She’s a four-year-old border collie/pitbull mix (aka border-bully) and quite the character. Kinsey hangs with me 24/7 so it’s no wonder we get on each other’s nerves sometimes. She’s self-absorbed and stubborn and too smart for her own good.

My dog has grudgingly agreed to be my first guest. You’ll be hearing a lot from her in the coming weeks. I don’t know about you, but I sometimes wonder what my pets are thinking and what they might say if they could talk, especially if they talked with each other. First let’s see what my dog has to say to me.

KD: Kinsey, say hello to the nice people.

My Dog: She yawns and an orange Chuck-it ball drops from her mouth.

KD: Can’t you put that away for just five minutes?

My Dog: No. Life is all about the ball, man. Wake up and smell the Chuck-it. Play with me. Now.

KD: Maybe later. I’m still wiping the slobber off my keyboard from last time.

My Dog: Rolls her eyes. You were supposed to grab it and throw it before it landed.

KD: You ambushed me. Look, we’ll have our ball time, I promise. This is my time now.

My Dog: No. It’s MY time. Play with me.

KD: First let’s talk about the writing life and the part you play in mine.

My Dog: Seriously? What does your writing have to do with me?

KD: You’re my inspiration. I always include animals in my stories.

My Dog: But you never write about ME. You never even write about a dog. You include cats, a mongoose, dodo birds, a coyote—

KD: A coyote is like a dog.

My Dog: No, it’s not. You write about Chimeras, even gargoyles of all things, and most recently I saw a tiger in the book you’re writing now. And a pig! Never any dogs.

Awkward silence.

KD: You ready to go play some ball now?