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Dog Days of Summer

Aug6

Created with MidJourney, changed out the nose. Often the eyes and noses are off, ears too. But for sleeping fluffy puppies, it’s mostly fine! I added Baroque to the prompt and added some texture layers.

Okay, off to work! I need to get my word count for today on Roxie’s story. It’s so hot, no rain. That’s the word of the day.

Have a super, fun day!

Terry

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The Frog Prince

Aug6

I was working on another art submission. We had to have the layout of text the same way that they wanted but using any text, elements, etc. So this is Tanner wearing a frog prince hat for Halloween, and overlay to make him a frog prince, and NLD Designs frog prince scraps art work.

I edited more of USF Christmas novella. I need to make the changes this morning and then start writing new scenes. I have word count, just need to finish it!

Have a great day! I need to get going on mine!

Terry

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Tasha, the Afghan Hound, & Katie, the Silky Terrier

Jul25
A very old picture of the dogs my dad took when I was young and I created the composite.

I’m an introvert and so when I was thirteen, my parents got me an Afghan hound and my sister, a silky terrier. The idea was that we would take them to puppy shows to get over our shyness. It was fun and something new to do and it did help! Not all the way, but somewhat.

I adored Tasha, well, Katie too. I love animals. But Tasha was mine to care for and I loved her. She was a crazy dog, chasing us in the backyard and they’re fast runners, so that was no contest for her. She would bite us in the back as if we were her puppy playmates when she was this tall and we couldn’t stop laughing. We would toss the ball to her and one time, it hit her on the nose and she went under the bushes and sulked. No amount of telling her we didn’t mean for it to hit her on the nose made her change her mind until SHE was ready to come out and return to the fun.

Dad was always digging holes for new trees in the backyard, and as soon as he had one in the ground, she would try to chew the sapling as if it were a chew toy. She would rest her nose on her paws and just wait for him to start digging the next hole. He’d give her a steely-eyed gaze, warning her not to touch the tree. She’d raise her furry eyebrows, head still on paws, asking, “Who me?” And then as soon as he got back to work, she was at the sapling. He tried hot sauce on the tree, that was just a, uhm, well, hot and spicy treat for her.

They’re so different from a dog, really, having more of a cat personality. They’ll go with anyone who would take them somewhere, so not at all loyal. At least she wasn’t. But she was so much fun.

We stayed at a family-owned motel on a trip through Tennessee from Florida and the owners sat out with us while we swam and she was tied to the umbrella-covered table and was trying to pull it toward the pool to join us. She was a nut.

She jumped from bed to bed in the motel room, thinking this was the most fun she’d ever had. And she loved riding in the car. We stopped at a scenic outlook in the mountains and took a walk through the woods where way down below you could hear the sound of a bear calling–at least everyone thought so. We came around a corner of the mountain where a man and boy were screaming, terrified, running toward us until they realized Tasha wasn’t a bear and she was on a long leash I was holding onto. lol

Just as we’ll always have that fond memory, they would have too.

But when my dad lost his job at the cape with all the layoffs and cutbacks they had (we had transferred in from the California company and he didn’t have the seniority that the ones who worked for the Florida company had) we moved to Oregon. I couldn’t take my beloved Tasha with me because we were staying with my grandparents. I hated that I had to give her up. But I never regretted owning one cat-like dog that ran like the wind, dared my dad to turn his back on her when he was planting trees, and sulked when she thought we were being mean to her. She had the cutest personality.

Okay, I barely got started on the Christmas anthology yesterday, so off to work on it some more.

Have a super fun day!!

Terry

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The Dog Who Stole Christmas by JK Bovi

Dec9

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The Dog Who Stole Christmas

JK Bovi

 

Bo-Bo wasn’t the smartest dog on the block, but my Aunt Helen and Uncle Matt loved him like the son they never had. They pampered him with doggie treats, fed him human table scraps and gave him doggie breath mints.

 

He was not a small dog, being a mixed breed with part Labrador Retriever, Irish Setter, and who-knows-what. It was the Labrador Retriever part that caused a heap of trouble one fateful Christmas Day back when I was a kid.

 

My parents, sister and I had shown up for Christmas dinner at my Aunt and Uncle’s house at noon as was our family tradition. We exchanged gifts, joyful conversation and munched on appetizers as we waited for the delicious turkey dinner to be served at 3:00.

 

At 1:00 Bo-Bo howled at the backdoor to go out. Uncle Matt opened the door and Bo-Bo dashed away without his leash. He was free to roam the neighborhood on Christmas Day and we should’ve chased after him, but Aunt Helen brought out the shrimp cocktail, veggie dip and a pile of homemade candies. With so much eating to be done we forgot all about Bo-Bo. At 3:00 Uncle Matt carved up the turkey and I was asked to call the dog in for his plate of table scraps. I called and called and called for Bo-Bo, but there was no response. Aunt Helen called for him and so did Uncle Matt, but the dog was nowhere to be found.

 

We ate without him and we were in the middle of enjoying my mother’s homemade deserts when we heard Bo-Bo barking at the back door. I’ll never forget my Aunt’s cry of alarm when she went to get Bo-Bo. “Oh my goodness Bo-Bo! What’ve you done?” All of us rushed to see what Bo-Bo had done and it was indeed a curious surprise!

 

Bo-Bo’s teeth were clamped proudly on an entire cooked turkey! He shook his head and bits of stuffing were tossed out of the bird’s cavity. A piece of tinfoil was wrapped on the end of one big leg and there was a metal temperature gauge stabbed in the turkey’s chest. Bo-Bo had mauled off one wing and ripped apart the other. He dropped the turkey to his feet and barked for us to acknowledge his extraordinary hunting success. He’d after all brought home Christmas dinner.

 

We stared in complete amazement and quickly surmised what had apparently happened; somebody in the neighborhood had put their turkey out on the back porch to cool and Bo-Bo had stolen their scrumptious turkey complete with all the fix’ns.

 

Aunt Helen closed the backdoor and left Bo-Bo to dine alone on his stolen feast. We returned to eating our deserts and ate in silence. But when I could contain myself no longer I finally had to ask, “So what do you suppose those people had for Christmas dinner?”

 

It has always been and will forever remain an unsolved mystery. I smile whenever I think about The Dog Who Stole Christmas. And I often wonder… What we would do if it had happened to us?

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Okay, I have to say that I had a standard poodle that stole our roast. Not even a scrap of aluminum foil was left. It had been sitting on our kitchen counter ready to serve up when I was checking on the kids. It always reminded me of A Christmas Story.

So did you enjoy her story? I did. I bet the people who had left their turkey out to cool off never did that again!

Have a super great day!!

Terry

 

 

Playing Around with Low Light Indoor Shots

Nov26

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Unfortunately, the focus on the middle picture was more on her bed than her.mishka-body-table-and-fireplace-534x800I wanted to capture the fireplace and my son’s dog, Mishka, in the low light of the living room. The blinds were open, but it’s still not really light, in fact, it was pouring rain all day, and there is no overhead light in the living room. So that was it. I got down low on the floor to take the first two shots. I wanted to get to her eye level.

In the first two shots her bed was farther away from the fireplace so the background had a nice creamy bokeh. In the last picture, I had moved her bed closer to the fireplace and so you see both more clearly.

She was very good. If I’d gotten on the floor with my dogs, they would have been all over me. Actually, she did join me too and I was playing with her, then trying to get her back in her bed to take a couple of more shots.

Now I wish I had a fireplace too. 🙂  It was one thing I really wished I’d had when I bought the house.. But I love so much about the house I bought it anyway. Even though we don’t have long winters, we do have winter and they’re so nice to have.

Have a great one! I’m off to write. 🙂

Terry Spear

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One Blue Eye, One Brown

Sep24

This is my neighbor’s dog, Maya. She’s hyperactive and the sweetest, but trying to get her to sit still for a brow- eyed, blue-eyed picture is a challenge.  She’s so full of expression.

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Pets can make you happy!

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Sunsets and Max and the Christmas Tree

Dec15

Sun Setting

Sun Setting

I was walking Max last night and saw this sight, ran back in the house with him, grabbed my camera and ran back out. Isn’t it great?

Sun Setting

Trees on Fire

Dark Descending

Christmas Tree Max

Christmas Tree Max

Okay, so Christmas is coming, ready or not. And I have to pick up Tanner today. He’s 3 months old. Max, pictured above, is 5 months old.  I have to say he’s very good about the tree. He pokes his nose at one of the balls every once in a while, but that’s it. I tried to take a picture of him closer to the tree, but he won’t sit long enough for the camera to focus on him for a picture. He comes to greet me instead. Can you tell he’s just about ready to move? So here, I had backed up yet again, told him to sit, and tried to take the shot. The first 3 were blurred Maxs. But he had been closer to the tree.

Tanner

Tanner

This is Tanner from last week when I picked up Max. He’s much smaller, though bigger than the puppies from the other litter. She had two litters both born on the same day. 🙂

So now I’ll be training two puppies instead of one, but hopefully, fingers crossed, if they both have each other to sleep with, Tanner won’t be fussing tonight. Max has been fine since the 4th night.

We’ll have to work Tanner into our routine. Hopefully he’ll love it too. We had our 2nd official car trip ride and Max was really good. But this time I took him into a pet shop to see other people and get used to being out a little. A lady approached who had two twin 4 year old girls. They were adorable and they were so good with Max and he was so good with them. The mother scared him though. And then two groomers came to see him, for business, of course, but it was a good experience for him. But before I got him out of his carrier at home, he threw up. So the 1st official car trip was fine. The 2nd one, he got sick again. Hopefully he’ll be all right on subsequent trips. I have a 3 hour drive coming up and want both dogs to love riding in the car.

When Tanner gets home, he’ll have another dog to play with. And my daughter and son-in-law are bringing Sir Rilo and Lady Luna, their corgis, for Christmas. Both are two years old, so Christmas is going to the dogs. 🙂 I’ll try to take lots of pictures.

I had to start writing blogs for the upcoming release of Jaguar Pride, and I’m behind on Phantom Fae (only by 3,000, though today I’m supposed to have another 2,000 also), though I keep waking and thinking about the end. I have 20,000 words left to write, so I am winding down to the end. 🙂

 

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Do you have kids? Or, were you ever a kid with siblings? What order? Notice Max has lots of shots that are all just Max, because he’s the only puppy. But when Tanner comes home, what will happen? He’ll probably be in lots of shots with Max. Maybe not, but probably.

Doesn’t that happen with kids too? The firstborn has lots of pictures, then second and subsequent babies come along and all the pictures are of the toddler holding the baby, or looking at the baby, or two toddlers together, or…well, you get the picture. Second borns just don’t get the spotlight like firstborns.

So I was a firstborn. It’s all right by me. LOL What about you?

Okay, off to write another Jaguar Pride blog, the book is coming out Feb 7, and then back to Phantom Fae. Then it’s off to pick up Tanner. Have a super great Monday!

Terry
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