Emma Dog wanted in early. It’s a pretty day, and relatively warm. Which would normally mean she’d want to stay outside. But there’s a brisk-to-scary wind blowing for the second day in a row, and I think she got tired of it.
Anyway, she came in feeling frisky. We’re not getting a walk, again, because I have a split right heel and when I went out to do errands earlier I hobbled around like a little old man. Sorry.
So first she played with her Hideous Polychromatic Elephant-Demon Squeaky Toy (I’ve got to get and post a picture of it. Then again I’ve yet to post a picture of her.) Then she commenced to chew on her rawhide bone.
And I noticed she was grey. Also again.
I own no grey dogs. I do have a large and frequently enthusiastic black one.
So I finally had the wit to follow the lovely Saraphina‘s advice to run a wet towel over her. You’d think Daddy running a nice, warm towel gently over her would please the dog. But Emma, eccentric as always, hates to be fussed with. She endured the operation, but no more.
Made the mistake of using a white towel, which now looks as if I was using it to finish an adobe wall. But Emma’s coat is returned to its natural shiny blackness.
Speaking of Sara, check out her Charmed and Dangerous blog for a Publisher’s Weekly review of her upcoming novel The Convent of the Pure. It promises “gothic steampunk fantasy and fluffy lesbian erotica in this romantic, necromantic tale.”
Nothing not to like about that, is there? Especially if you’ve seen the cover (hit the link above; I won’t steal her thunder.) She kindly allowed me to read the book in advance, and it more than lives up to the promise of the review. And the cover.
You just won’t get girl-on-girl ghost action this hot anywhere else.
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