Just before Christmas, my partner in crime, Scout, was diagnosed with a large tumor on his leg. Scout is a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, a rare dog breed that looks a bit like a Golden and a bit like a collie with his pointy snout and white paws. He’s my writing companion and the guy I go to for a snuggle on the floor. We’d already taken him to the vet a year ago for a large fatty mass which luckily was nothing more than a nuisance.
This time, the growth was cancerous and the tumor was taken out. I prayed I’d get my old dog back in decent health so he could hang with me for years to come. After the operation, my normally fluffy dog had one shaved leg. His entire leg. He appeared like a part poodle, a part retriever. Very strange, but who cares when he’s back in one piece.
For Christmas, and his ninth birthday which happens to fall on Christmas day, we had him shaved completely. We started with a fluffy furball who preferred sleeping to playing, and we ended up with an energetic bundle of energy who seemed more lab puppy than older Toller.
I honestly feel like the operation and then the haircut gave Scout a new lease on life. He has many miles to hike and many snacks to steal from the countertops (okay, that’s an annoying trait of his). So I’m saying Happy New Year to everyone and I hope you get a new lease on life like Scout did.
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About Veronica Forand
A Bostonian by birth, Veronica Forand regrettably lost her Boston accent while moving from state to state and country to country. Cleveland probably had the most profound effect on her ability to pronounce the “r” in the word “park.”
She does try to return now and then to visit family and eat long neck clams and lobster. Summers on Cape Cod are also high on the priority list.
Her experience in crime involves time as a court appointed attorney. Eventually, she switched fields to where bigger crimes take place, corporate tax. The allure of spending mornings in her pajamas homeschooling her children and writing fascinating fiction caused her to change careers again. Now that the kids are out of the house (in school), she writes romantic thrillers by day and is the perfect wife and mother at night.
Her experience in romance is limited to one man. Luckily, he’s still finding ways to charm her by taking her on vacations to the south of France, Fiji, and the Green Mountains when time is short. Avid travelers, they love to roam with their kids across continents in pursuit of skiing, scuba diving, and the perfect piece of chocolate.
She’s lived in London, Paris, Geneva, Washington D.C., and the accent destroying city of Cleveland. She currently resides near Philadelphia.
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Don’t fall in love with the man sent to kill you…
Lorena Rubio lived a safe, simple life until she’s kidnapped by Andres “Con” Conesa, right hand man for the drug lord who murdered her sister. Con must keep her at a cabin in the snowy Sierra Nevada Mountains until his boss can confirm or deny the rumor that she’d provided specifics about his drug cartel to the police. Their attraction ignites in the middle of this winter wonderland, but he’s in deep cover for the FBI and has to remain there, and she refuses to attach herself to someone in the criminal world. When the boss arrives a few days and wants Lorena put on ice, Con’s willing to blow his cover to save the woman he craves beyond reason, but he may be too late.
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