My blog was planned as something totally different, but the sweetest moment I had a second ago changed my mind. Today was an excursion, but not Lady’s day. Lady is our 12 year old eskimo-chow and a big part of the family. My daughter calls her a sister, and she knows my hubby and I as mommy and daddy. What can I say? She’s a kid in a fur coat on all fours. Lady had never given kisses, but instead gives hugs. She will press her cheek against yours or the top of her against your leg or arm and, if she can reach, she’ll press the side of her face against your neck. 

Anyway, I have a 10-15 shed that has acquired much of two of my little sisters belongings. All my junk can be compressed into a 5×5 shed. Anyway, I went through, rearranging, reorganizing and repacking most of it. A sudden yelp sent me leaping over piles of stuff and into the open yard. One of my sisters had been taking apart a metal crib and the headboard section fell and clipped the dog’s right rear area. My sister was practically in tears. I’m not sure if it was more fear of hurting the dog or what I would do to her for hurting the dog. I didn’t kill her, but I did tell her to be more careful. I rubbed Lady’s back leg and made sure there were no injuries. It didn’t take her long to back to playing with only a slight limp.

A few hours later, while in the house, my sister’s boyfriend had his work boot in his hand and pivoted. The strings just missed Lady’s face. She didn’t even realize it, but we made a big deal of babying her anyway. I just went into the living room a few moments before I started this and sat on the couch beside Lady. She raised her right front paw and started gently pawing at me. My daughter informed me that Logan, my nephew who lives with us, stepped on her foot. My daughter then informed me Lady was showing me her foot. Of course, I did what any mother would. I babied her, loved on her and kissed the top of her foot. Okay, I know, some of you are thinking you never would, but for every one of you that would not, there are many more who would Besides, her hug was worth it.

My dog thinks, no, she KNOWS, she’s one of the family. Knows me as mommy and my hubby as daddy. Someone once described her as a kid in a fur coat running around on all fours. And she really is a 40 pound lap baby. I love when the four legged babies are just as much involved in holiday grandeur as the human kids. Mine knows the holidays and always gets a chunk of ham or turkey leg (bone removed), depending on the holiday. She evens has few presents under the tree at Christmas and, just like other kids, sits eagerly with her ears forward and alert, watches and waits. She’s up on her feet when I say pick up a gift and say her name. Her tail goes ninety mph while my daughter helps her open it. And on Easter, she has her own basket filled with her favorite doggie treats. She hates dress up, but maybe one of these days she’ll let me take her trick-or-treating.

So, is your pet just a pet or are they as much a part of the family as the kids?

Matt & Zane from Dark Hope. I Several readers want to know about this set of charming twins. Ya know, when I have one muse leaning over my shoulder, breathing in my ear and said muse collects and brings the second muse to lean over my other shoulder, it’s not too bad. However, when I start out with two muses and get whispers in both ears, then add a third!  Oh my gawd! Matt & Zane will get their story when they wish to tell it. Be warned, these playful twins love to tease and torment. They are whispering behind my back, but both become silent and give me a wry smile when I look at them. I have been asked to give them just one lady between them. You ought to see the glint in those devilsh eyes. Hey, Matt & Zane, they want to know. How about it, guys?

The Crystalzine from A Second Chance. It seems he sparked an interest and readers want to know more about him.

I can give you two prime examples of the book better than the movie on IMHO. Jaws & Salem’s Lot.

I spent nineteen years in Florida living on the coast. Beautiful. Till I read Jaws. Brucie, the mechanical shark, lived in Navarre Beach, an easy thirty minute drive from my front door. He didn’t bother me. But the ending in that book about the shark sinking into the murky depths and the female baby eating her way to freedom through the mother shark’s dad body sent shivers down my spine that I still remember. It was when I learned that was entirely possible that I found the ocean beautiful, from the shore.  

Salem’s Lot is on my Holiday Page. It scared me to the point I can’t finish it. Yeah, I laughed at the movies, but the books left an imprint on my mind that will live forever.

And The Birds. Every time I see a flock of birds perched on a line or roof, even in my back yard, I shudder at the prospect that movie might happen.

I don’t know if there was a book, but there was a movie called Day of the Animals. To think we could do enough damage to the ozone to turn our pets on us sends shivers down my spine. 

I have to add that coincidences can make books or movies out of this world. Coincidence did it for me with Salem’s Lot. Jaws, I lived there. The Birds, it’s the gatherings. Day of the Animals, it’s the knowledge.  

Oh, and another I can’t recall the name of. I was visiting my aunt and she had this pretty split level where it was mostly built in a hillside. Downstairs was a great place to read. There is a book about black fire ants moving up from South America. I can’t remember the name of it, but when you’re sitting alone in that quiet house reading about how twelve of these ants can take down a full grown cow in two minutes, you don’t pay it much attention. Until you end up swatting at something flying in front of your face. When you take your nose out the book and look, you discover the lamp beside is being swarmed. When you jump up, you gawk at the army of critters marching down the wall that had been right over your shoulder. I screamed. Turns out they were only termites, but they added a special touch to that book that had me on edge for days! No, I did not go downstairs during the rest of my visit. LOL

Orlando Bloom. Gets sexier as he gets older. Gerard Butler. Can you say drool no matter what he’s doing? Nicholas Cage. Wry grin and his body isn’t bad either. Kevin Costner. The grin and boyish look. Vincent D’Onofrio, aka Det. Robert Goren. Just want to hold him. BTW, this man was Thor in the movie Adventures in Babysitting! Sam Elliott. Aside from the crooked grin designed to steal a woman’s heart, this hunk has an irresistible sultry drawl. Rutger Hauer. That man rattled my senses the day I saw him astride the warhorse, named Goliath in LadyHawke. Jason Issacs. Drool material. Christopher Meloni aka Det. Elliot Stabler. *swoon* That man is unspoken sin. Clive Owen. Whether a knight in armor or a hitman evening the odds, enough said. William Petersen aka Gil Grissom. I’d cuddle up to him if given the chance. Brad Pitt. I’m not fond of him over all, but I’d jump Achilles in a heartbeat. Bruce Willis. The older he gets, the sexier.

I probalby missed a few, but hey, who’s your sexy man?