The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Huey, Hilarity and Hub-bub



        Huey has been with us since the beginning of September. Because he's a senior foster dog, we figured we'd have Huey until he died. After all, it takes special people to take on an elderly dog. You never know if you have weeks...or or months...or years...with an old dog. You just know that whatever time you do have, it will be "golden" time when it comes to that dog's heart. Animals know when they have a second chance at life, and are so grateful...

     It seems a family is interested in Huey. He may be leaving us soon. It will be bittersweet if that happens, because no other dog has gotten along so well with Foley as Huey. Although his picture does not show it, Huey has a lot of life left in him. He plays ball, will even jump up in the air for it, and does an excited series of left turns when it's meal time or when we come home. So, we may have to bid adieu to Huey soon...

     As far as hilarity, last night was our WWWP night. All of us were snorting last night (usually Beth is our prime snorter). Linda O'Connell shared an Alaska story with us; she is writing a series of memoir pieces that is sure to be a blockbuster when she's finished. They are poignant. They are gripping. They are snortingly hilarious. Last time, we critiqued a piece that had us all on the edge of our seats. Imagine a trip in the dark along an ice-covered mountainous area, and having to back up, each time sliding closer and closer to the edge (and the drop off). A can of Coca Cola saved the day. Intrigued? You'll have to wait until the manuscript is finished and published. The story we read last night was about a character who was bigger than life (in more ways than one), and yet Linda swears she was not exaggerating at all.

    Lynn Obermoeller shared a story about boogers. Yep, boogers. It was the kind of story that included a twist--you thought it was about one thing, but then it made a sharp left turn and left us all satisfied. Laughing. Thinking about past relationships. And connecting to our childhood. 

   And this is hot off the press--Lynn is going to read her Fifty Shades of Santa story at a local gelato place on Grand on December 17 in the evening. (It's at the corner of Grand and Wyoming.) The time has not been determined but more details will follow. Lynn was only one of 12 writers who were accepted into this anthology. Linda and I were gnashing our teeth because we did not make the cut All of the WWWPs congratulated her. 

    And what's with all the hub-bub? What's behind the flurry of press releases, and extra police patrols, and security gates being installed? Who is responsible for all this frenzied excitement? Val, of course. Val is supposedly coming to St. Louis on Saturday for a rare appearance. It's for a good cause. You bring a canned good (or two, or a box) and get a discount on your books. And you might get a glimpse of the elusive Val. If you would like more details, go here.     

    

15 comments:

  1. I think I need to be more careful about what I write :-) and what I say... Huey is adorable. Oh, and I hope I don't miss Val!

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    1. Your story was wonderful, Lynn. And yes, everyone is on "Val Alert."

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  2. Let me assure you that the story I wrote was NOT creative non-fiction. No embellishments, just gelatinous truths...oh yeah, we'll have to go to Lynn's gelato reading, and Tammy needs to know that M will probably be there, too.

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    1. Aah...romance might be in the air, eh?

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  3. I love doggies, and love it especially when someone adopts a senior dog. If there is a next time for me, I may do exactly that myself.

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    1. Fireblossom--Our rescue group has a great deal. When someone adopts a senior, when that senior dies, they don't have to pay another adoption fee--they can keep adopting seniors.

      I KNOW you love dogs...especially a sweet canine named Bosco.

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  4. PS--I was having comp issues but now am back. :-)

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  5. Foley looks like he would NEVER eat my yard chickens. Now I am salivating for Linda's story. Coca Cola cans and extra-big items are right up my alley. I am a bit wary of Lynn's story, because the first thing that came to mind was nose-boogers. Then I remembered a season of Big Brother where southern gal Jordan said her granny told her not to make a fool of herself on national TV by showing her booger. Which is not a childhood kind of topic.

    I feel like Waldo. Now I need to update my gladrags to a striped shirt and hat. But then you would recognize me. I'm already having trouble deciding who to ask y'all to autograph the book for.

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    1. Val--Well, if you like extra big "things," then Linda's story will definitely enthrall you. I can honestly say that after reading her tale, I will never look a washcloth in the same way. I might not even look at a washcloth again, period.

      Yes, it was about nose boogers. AND it was a marvelous story.

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    2. So sorry I misidentified Huey as Foley! But I'm sure neither of them would never eat my yard chicken. Which is more than I can say for my own dogs. Our first set of chickens lasted approximately two hours. That's because Hick said that they were too young to know how to fly, and put them in a pen with no top. They can fly. Briefly. But not long enough to avoid dog teeth indefinitely.

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  6. What a handsome-looking dog, that Huey is.

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    1. Mama Zen--He is indeed a sweet dog.

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  8. Huey looks so sweet and loveable! I'm glad he has enjoyed your love over the years!

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