Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Gone to the Dogs
Toby from Denise Swanson's New York Times bestselling Scumble River mystery series shares his thoughts.
My name is Toby. I’m part westie and part poodle—a weepoo. When my human went to the rainbow bridge, a nice lady named Skye rescued me. It was clear Skye had never had a dog before. She tried really hard, but things just didn’t work out with us.
From my first night at her house, there were problems. First, it was the cat. He ordered me to call him Mr. Cat and wouldn’t even tell me his first name. And he wasn’t at all friendly. He wouldn’t share his food or his toys and he didn’t want to sniff butts or anything. Then when Skye went to bed and left me alone, I was bored. I didn’t mean to be a bad doggy, but things got out of hand or should I say paw. She wasn’t too happy the next morning when she saw the mess.
The next day was even worse. She didn’t trust me alone in her house and couldn’t find anyone to take care of me so she brought me to school with her. Sad to say between the school band and a mean guy named Homer, I got into trouble again.
Finally, she found a doggie daycare for me. The owner said her name was Puppy, but she didn’t smell like a dog to me. And she dressed me up in ribbons and bows and painted my claws. It was humiliating.
Thank dog that Skye found a really nice man to take care of me and things got better and better for me. I still miss my first human, but new one has a fenced yard, takes me to work with him, and plays with me. I think I’ve found my forever home.
--Toby appears in Murder of a Creped Suzette