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IF ONLY MY DOG COULD TALK

A Comedy of Canines 

Have you ever wondered what your dog might say if he could talk?  Well, in this book, the dog can talk--and he makes very interesting commentaries on life!

 

I invite dog lovers, and the friends and families of dog lovers, to support  my mission of publishing an entertaining and wonderfully illustrated dog book for adults.  Luka and his friends—including a pair of Cornish Rex cats as well as The Other Corgi—have many opinions on a vast array of topics, and they love to share them! 

       

Please check out three samples of the kinds of "conversations" Luka has with his human mom, his housemate, his two cats and a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, then hit the link below to take you to the Kickstarter Campaign for details.  I hope you will pledge and share!

 

                   “The Ins & Outs Of The Thing”

 

LUKA:   "Go out? Go out? Go OUT!"

ME:  “You're not going to want to go out there."

LUKA: <bouncing to door as I open it> "I do SO want to go out there--AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

ME:  < holding door open> "That's called hail."

LUKA:  < reversing at high speed> "Stay in? Stay in? Stay IN!"

                               "The Bestseller"

 

LUKA:  "I'm a book? How am I a book? I'm not a dog anymore?"

 

ME: “No, you are not a book. You are indeed a dog. But you may be in a book."

 

LUKA: “In a book?"

 

ME: “Yes."

 

LUKA: “You're going to put me in a book?"

 

ME: “If all goes well, yes."

 

LUKA:   < . . . >

 

ME: “You have your Thinking Face on. What are you thinking about?"

 

LUKA: “About how painful it will be for you to put me in a book."

 

ME: “Painful?"

 

LUKA:  “I mean, are you sure I'll fit? Will this lead to folding, spindling, and mutilating to make me fit in the book? Or will you just fold up my legs and ears and tail and squash me like roadkill, then stuff  me between the covers? You know, like a poor pressed flower, left to mummify itself all unplanned while caught--while trapped, TRAPPED--between two pages, with the weight of all the other pages and the twinned covers keeping me immobile. To be old and faded and crispified, only to collapse into Luka-ash, to be borne away like motes of Luka-ash vortexing--"

 

ME: “Vortexing?"

 

LUKA: “--within a single bar of sunlight slicing like Freddy Krueger's claw-glove through parted, dusty curtain panels, or Edward Scissorhands' hands insinuating themselves between parted, dusty curtain panels, or maybe the Wolverine's adamantium claws going snicker-snack through parted, dusty--"

 

ME: “Luka?"

 

LUKA: “--curtain . . . What?"

 

ME: “By saying you will be in a book, I don't mean you will physically  be put  into a book. I mean your name, your words, your image will be in a book. You will be featured in a book."

 

LUKA:  "You mean--like the star of the book?"

 

ME: “I guess you could say that."

 

LUKA:   < . . . >

ME:  You have your Thinking Face on again."

 

LUKA: “I'm thinking I want a 95% royalty rate."

                         "Nailed It"

   

CASSIE:  <as I approach with the Dremel>:

 

"NOOOOOOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT MY NAILS GROUND!!!!"

ME: "I must. You have dog shows this weekend."

CASSIE: "You. Shall. Not. Grind."

ME: "Sorry about that, but I just gotta."

CASSIE: "I don't wanna dog show. Not if it means grinding my nails!"

<an hour later, as I pack my grooming bag>

CASSIE: "DOG SHOWS! YEEESSSSSSSSSS!"

ME: "Oh, now you're okay with it."

CASSIE: "I'm excited! I get to show!"

ME: "You knew that an hour ago when I was grinding your nails."

CASSIE: "It was different then."

ME: "How was it different?"

CASSIE: "Because, nails."

ME: "Dog shows this weekend. And next. And possibly the one after that, if you still have hair."

CASSIE: "Will you grind my nails for those?"

ME: "Probably not."

CASSIE: "YESSS! I LOVE DOG SHOWS!"

LUKA: <butting in> "Are you grinding my nails?"

ME "Yes."

LUKA: "YOU. SHALL. NOT. GRIND."

ME: "Stop copying Cassie. Come up with something original."

LUKA: "My feeling is that Cassie's sentence, including all punctuation, Ian McKellan portentiousness, and William Shatner pauses, is sufficient unto an explanation. So I shall employ it."

ME: "And I'm employing the Dremel. So there."

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