Hey everyone! Hope you are all well.
So, you might have noticed that I don’t blog as much. Barely at all! I think this is my first blog post in 2020, and it’s already past the middle of the year. Hasn’t time flown?
You also probably noticed that The Epic Tales of Gussie and Bertie (did I say tails or tales?) have stopped. Sorry. I haven’t had much time (I know, ironic, right?) and I’m afraid, until further notice, it’s being cancelled. But my time isn’t just disappearing. I’ve been working on a great project:
I’m going to be publishing a book this summer! Yeah, I know, it’s exciting! It’ll be on Amazon. I’ve been writing stories for over a year now, and this is the first that’s come close to being published.
So, if you’re considering buying it, I want to make sure you like it. Here’s the Prologue.
The harsh white light of headquarters flooded Pukie’s vision, and he shied away from it.
Realizing he was standing in the way of traffic, the stout pug dodged out of the way as five Golden Retrievers jogged through the main entrance.
“Hey Maria! How’s that paw fungus?” Pukie yelped out to one of the passing dogs, who blushed and shrank into the cluster of big, butterscotch animals.
“Yo, Walter! What up?”
The small Welsh Corgi named Walter kept padding along, although he smiled at the pug slightly.
The pug slumped on the cool floor in disappointment. He began licking the polished diorite tiles, then his paw, then back to the ground.
“Oh, would you stop that?”
Pukie looked up, allowing his eyeballs to loll to the back of his head. It was Travis, the head commander of it all!
He was a very, very large husky, with piercing blue eyes that shone with intelligence.
Pukie popped up and, in a dizzy spell, flopped down.
When Pukie was finished with his head-rush, he sat back up carefully.
“Pukie, what were you doing?” The huge dog asked, raising a brow.
“Sorry Commander. Sat up too quickly. One minute…”
“Um…” Pukie knew that honesty was best with Commander Travis. “Licking the floor, sir.”
“Because… it looked like it needed cleaning.” Honesty crashed and burned.
“We just mopped the entire headquarters this morning, Pukie.”
Pukie sighed. “Well…there was a dirty… paw print! Paw print, yes. I thought I should clean it up for you.”
Commander Travis eyed Pukie carefully. “Ye—no. With your tongue? Come on, Pukie. What is actually going on?”
Pukie grumbled and straightened up, feeling Commander Travis’s eyes hot on him.
“Well… no one here likes me. I mean, all I’m doing is being nice.” Now he was blurting out everything. “I don’t know why, I mean, I’m a perfectly likable pug—I think. I love everything the other dogs do. Conversation, meatballs, and meatballs.”
“You said meatballs twice.”
“Now you get it!”
Travis grumbled something under his breath, and Pukie guessed it wasn’t meant for him to notice. The pug continued. “I even memorized the Super Dog Headquarters anthem!”
“Pukie…we don’t have an anthem.”
“Oh. That must have been a Lady Ruff-Ruff song. My bad.”
Commander Travis rolled his shining eyes and sat down.
“Pukie, I hate to tell you this… but you are a very weird dog, you know that?”
Pukie sighed and nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been told that before. Many times.”
“Really?” Awe filled the pug’s big, chocolate eyes.
Commander Travis smiled kindly at the pug. “But…maybe we do need an anthem.”
“Um…sure. I guess. I mean, it’s not priority one, or two, or three, but—”
“Yay! I can’t wait to memorize it! Ooh! I’m late for cadet class. See you soon best friend!”
Pukie skipped off as the commander yelled out to him, “We’re not friends!”
The pug returned his attitude with a wink and skipped through a dog-door.
Commander Travis shook his head. “He is so not ready. I’ll have to talk to Coach Barks.”
I hope you enjoyed the sample.
So, I don’t have a release date yet. All I know so far is that it will be out during the summer. I’ll have more info soon, so make sure to come back!
I will see you in the next post!