First, thanks for all your comments on what I should say at that New England Crime Bake panel yesterday. Just so good! You all should have been there in my place (although no one threw anything). And now on to Sunday beginnings, taking a look at the start of one of my novels. CAT ON A HOT TIN WOOF, the 16th novel – but not the last! – in the Chet and Bernie mystery series – comes out April 14 (preorders make the publisher happy and therefore me). We’re now doing the beginning of each one, going backwards (since the series can be read in any order) and on the 16th Sunday we’ll do CAT ON A HOT TIN WOOF. Today we’re at THE DOG WHO KNEW TOO MUCH.
Was I proud of Bernie or what?
True, he’d been pretty nervous going into this gig. I can always tell when Bernie’s nervous – which hardly ever happens, and never when we’re in action – because his smell sharpens a bit, although it’s still the best human smell there is, apples, bourbon, salt and pepper; but now, up on the stage, he was doing great.
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Bernie will be fine, Chet. Most all humans are nervous when giving a speech!
Sure did enjoy the wheelchair race yesterday! You sweet pups are all winners in my book!
Our team, us and HP, made it to the semi-finals. No surprise there.
Ole Doc and Wee Nigel’s team didn’t advance on account of Wee Nigel’s ears being too much drag and Ole Doc insisting they stop for snacks.
Right now, the head nurse is our biggest competition. Instead of having our Protege and her Apprentice pull her, she put them in the wheelchair and pulled it herself…well played, head nurse, well played.
Reba! If you’re at the races today, keep an eye out for us. We intend to be passing by in a blur. HPs jersey colors are what fashionistas this season are calling Pale Hospital Gown…he will really stand out amongst last season’s Faded Medical Gown.
Enjoyed!…..We here enjoyed “The Dawg Who Knew Too Much” because …ONE. it was set in Colorado….TWO. Because the name came from Wookies Paw….wheeze! clap!clap!clap!….snort!
THREE!…. It was named after one of our favorite Hitchcock Movies….heh!heh!…And of course Cary Grant was involved in the movie!…yelp!
Mom is back after a weekend trip to Houston and caught up on posting from then.
Reba! So glad you were able to find a great hospice place for your HB. When Dad reached the point of hospice, Mom got lucky with the recommendation from the hospital. Dad passed within 24 hours of being admitted but the nurses and caregivers were fantastic.
Plus you have the thieves to keep things lively, notice I did not say honest or legal. They are very lucky to have WTAFP on permanent retainer.
Hugs. You’ve got this.
BigTiny: Coach, our Lady’s father not the dog, also Crossed the Bridge within 24 hours of entering hospice. It was in-home hospice.
More to BigTiny: Being lovable miscreants a choose your own adventure of lively, honest and legal. It hasn’t ever dawned on us to try all three.
Reba: We, our team of HB and us, won the wheelchair championship today! It was down to our team and the Head Nurse pushing our Protege and her Accomplice in a wheelchair. HB is no slouch…he knew exactly how to lean to make the wheelchair corner like it’s in rails! And, that Rio, is no slouch either! Ole Doc threw a platter of hot wings into the seat of the Head Nurse wheelchair as we were rounding the nurses station. Before we knew it, Rio was in hot pursuit of the platter of hot wings and stuck the landing in the seat of the wheelchair. The extra weight slowed AND surprised the Head Nurse (an evil pug flying through the air and then sticking the landing had that effect on people), this giving us the advantage and the win!
We’ve always been impressed and jealous of Rio’s aerodynamic ability when properly motivated by hot wings. It’s a thing of beauty.