Monday, January 17, 2011
From Heather Webber’s Lucy Valentine series
Have you ever lost a pet? It’s such a horrible feeling, isn’t it? Now, imagine losing two and you might understand the kind of trauma I’ve been living with lately! In the past couple of weeks, I’ve lost my boyfriend Sean’s dog Thoreau, and my grandmother Dovie’s foster dog, Rufus (you can read all about Rufus in Absolutely, Positively, which comes out in two weeks!).
Okay, the first time, with Thoreau, well, that wasn’t my fault. He was dog-napped by someone out to play test-the-psychic. Little did that person know I can’t get readings on pets. Oh, the guilt!
And Rufus? Well, okay, I was dog-sitting him when he disappeared, but I’m not taking full blame for him running off, either. There were other forces at work that I didn’t know about. Still, more guilt!
Really, it was enough to send me to bed for the whole day. A psychic can only take so much.
Were the dogs found? you’re wondering. Well, you’ll just have to wait and see—and see if my talents were of any use whatsoever. But be sure that I’m glad Grendel is a house cat. If he ever ran away…shudder. I don’t even want to think about it.
Note from Heather:
When I was little and living in
, my family had a dog named Charlie, who was half great dane, half boxer. He was an enormous slobbery mess and dearly loved. Then one day, he was gone. Hopped the fence and disappeared. One week. Two. Three. Then finally, those LOST posters we put up paid off. He was found about ten miles away from our house. I still remember the joy, and I still wonder at the adventure he had… Las Vegas