In honor of No More Excuses Month, I have to say I’ve done myself pretty proud!

Yesterday, in looking over my writing projects, I reviewed some notes I took at the recent SCBWI conference. (Society of Children’s Book Writer’s and Illustrators).  In the notes were a few random ideas for children’s stories that had popped in to my head at various times, like driving in the car, laying in bed with the pups for “snuggle time” in the morning, and while enjoying a nice long soak in the tub. I realized during the conference that I was investing too much time and energy in this one story that is going to make me a break-out phenomenon.

For one thing, while a story is sitting in an editor or agents slush pile, it is common courtesy not to send it elsewhere. That is called a simultaneous submission, and by most accounts, it is a no-no. So I figured it’s time to get off my ass and start writing another one of my great story lines. Well, I sat down at about 10:00am, and other than a 1 1/2 hour appointment with my physical therapist (shoulder rehab), I had completed my rough draft by 5:00 pm.   And this one is pretty damn good, if I may say so myself.  I’ve read it aloud several times (using my “voices”)  to the dogs, and Chance and Kismet think it’s pretty great.  Chance especially likes it because he is the main character, and Kismet likes it because, well, he just likes me to talk silly to him.  Roxie… not so much. If there is not food or a Frisbee involved, she pretty much hangs out under the bed.

Anyway, sometimes we just need a prod to move us along that path that lies directly in front of us. We often find ourselves just standing there, staring, knowing that that is the ultimate direction that we will need to take to get from point A to point B, but there is often that little something that diverts us. Some little detour in the road. A nice blade of grass? A new facebook message?  The decision to have a cup of tea followed by a glance at your email only to see that one of your favorite bloggers has posted a new entry and you have to comment on it which leads you to reading 7 other comments from bloggers you don’t know and adding them to your RSS feed and then seeing that you have 3 more emails…..

God, it’s no wonder I can’t find the time to write.


As most of you know, I am a dyed-in-the-wool sucker for dogs.  I am also an advocate for pet adoption (all of mine have been adopted) . Well, I am on a couple of rescue groups email lists and saw a notice about this little scruff-ball of a dog that had been a stray and turned in to a kill-shelter. It needed a foster home quickly, and not wanting to think about this little guy not getting a fair shake, I stepped-up to the plate and volunteered.


A skittish little guy, jojo (he just looks like a jojo) was extremely timid. He was very thin, quiet and reserved. He sat in my lap on the entire drive home, staring at me with these big, brown eyes.  I was smitten.

After an initial introduction to Kismet and Roxie, I let him out of his kennel. Within 2 hours, this little 10-lb ball of energy had every toy in our house scattered everywhere.  I watched him as he ran in circles around the rugs, skidded on the hardwoods, and jumped on my lap.  That,  my first foray into this whole rescue thing, was deeming me a “foster failure” (when you keep the dog instead of adopting it out).

I posted his picture on facebook, and all who know me told me in so many words that I was toast. Except HK. Always the sensible one, he reminded me of our frequent travel, as well as the cost of boarding our other 2 dogs, much less the added $$ of another.

Fortunately, within a couple of hours, an old friend, (who i trust), called me on the phone and said that she wanted to meet and probably adopt jojo. In all honesty, I was saddened, but relieved to know that he would go to a home where I knew he could flourish. We did a skype call, and she “met” him, fell in love, and will pick him up next week, once all the adoption papers are in order. So I get a few more days with the little guy, then my home opens up to save the life of another dog in need.

Have you ever fostered a pet? What was the outcome? Are you a ” foster failure”? I’d love to hear your stories.




From my family to yours, have a Doggone Wonderful Christmas and a Pupalicious New Year!

Kismet w/ HK

Kismet w/ HK

OOOHHHHH!!! Kismet and Roxie got their video posted on purina’s website! i’m soooo proud!! this is our nightly routine before they get to eat their dinner. Check it out and make a comment about how damn cute they are!!


Kismet here–i finally have enuf energy to post a new blog about Kismet and Roxie’s xcellent adventures. i gotta tell you, my dogs are barkin!  hahahahaha! that’s people-speak for my feet hurt and i’m worn out! Yesterday, mommy and daddy took us to stanley park, one of north america’s largest urban parks.  at 1000 acres, it’s 20% bigger than central park in nyc. ( i’ve never been there, but mommy say’s it’s super-nice).  anyway, we circul…naviget…we made a big loop around the whole park on the seawall–that’s 5 1/2 miles, and then we explored (more…)

When we were at Schooner Cove on Vancouver Island this weekend, we were the ONLY one’s on the beach.  We played and played. Like this!

rest stop on Vancouver island

rest stop on Vancouver island

This weekend, as part of our exploring British Columbia quest, Kizzy and I took mommy and daddy to Tofino, the westernmost drivable point on Vancouver Island. We  took a car ferry to Nanaimo and drove 3 hours west.  Forested mountains and crystal-clear lakes dominated the scenery, and we stopped frequently to take in the surrounding beauty, and to pee. While we were driving, a big black bear crossed the road right in front of our car!

Willy & the Boyz in Tofino

Willy & the Boyz in Tofino

When we got to Tofino (a pet-friendly place, of course), we went exploring. (more…)