A Month Full of Water and Dogs. And Books.
Okey-dokey, the reason I write this blog every month is to, with luck, sell books. So don’t forget that all my Daisy Gumm Majesty books are available on Kindle and Nook! Here’s the link:
Also, here’s the updated cover art for SPIRITS REVIVED, Daisy’s seventh book, which will be published by Five Star in March 2014. I love this cover. It looks ever so much more twenties-ish than the first rendition did:
Then, merciful heavens, we actually had RAIN in September. Seven inches of it in a single day, actually. That was a teensy bit too much, as you can see in the following photographs. You can see the sunken garden in Cahoon Park as it’s Supposed to be and as it was after all the rain on September 12. It looks like it’s supposed to now:
After three years of drought, this water came as quite a surprise. Here’s a picture of the desert, where the Pecos River overflowed. For the past several years, there was no water at all in the Pecos River:
And then there were the dogs. I was down to one foster dog (Mr. Sausage) when suddenly I was asked to take in Santana, who was actually FLOWN to Roswell by a flying saint-type person. Then Cindy, who had been adopted, decided to eat her new owner’s Chihuahua, so she came back to me. Cindy’s a sweetheart, and so are Mr. Sausage and Santana, but this means I’m caring for eight dogs, which is at least five too many. Sob!
To top it all off, a woman in Belgium who has a doggy rescue site on Facebook, discovered the photograph of a miserable little doggy that was being held at Roswell Animal Control’s shelter. Her time was about up, so one of my Facebook friends, whom I don’t know in person, sort of volunteered me to pick up the dog and do something with it until her new mommy, who lives in Florida, can work out transportation. Thank GOODNESS my good friends, the Laskys, agreed to foster this little girl, whose name is now Coco. You can see why everyone was concerned. Her Animal Control picture is truly pitiful. But she’s happy and frisky now:
I don’t know why I attract dogs, but I do. I guess it’s my fate. Or my rotten luck or something. Maybe it’s Karma. Maybe I baited bulls in another life. Whatever it is, I wish it would stop.