Tuesday, July 12, 2011
It's A Dog's Life
By Angus O'Ruff, Marcy Singer's Irish Wolfhound
from Stitch Me Deadly by Amanda Lee
I know it's usually cats who do all the talking in mystery books, but my girl Marcy is a dog-person. Of course, Marcy is kind of an everything person. If a cat wandered into our store, she'd probably pick it up, pet it, and give it something to eat. She's a people person too. That's how she's gets us into so many predicaments.
See, my Marcy runs the Seven-Year Stitch. It's an embroidery shop with lots of yarn and needles and threads and fabric. I don't bother those things, though. I have toys of my own. Down the street from us is the coffee shop ran by Marcy's and my friends the MacKenzies. And across the street is the Brew Crew. Our buddy Todd makes stuff to drink in there, too, but his stuff doesn't smell as good as the MacKenzies' stuff. I'd like to try that; but, although she shares most everything else with me, Marcy is sort of selfish with her lattes.
I come to work with Marcy most days, although I sometimes stay at home in my fenced back yard. I prefer coming to the shop because I like to be with Marcy and greet the customers. Would you believe some of them don't like me? I don't know why. I go out of my way to try to make them feel welcome.
Marcy also goes out of her way to try to make people feel welcome...and to help them whenever anything bad happens. The other day a woman came into our shop, and Marcy gave her some tea. And then the woman fell over, and some men with a table on wheels came in and got her. Now Marcy is all worried. I don't know why. Marcy was nice to the lady...and gave her tea. Why would some people think that was bad?
On the bright side, our friend Ted--the detective--is spending more time with us. And Marcy's mom came to stay with us for a few days. Her name is Beverly, and she calls me her granddog. Marcy says she spoils me rotten. I like being spoiled rotten. I don't like seeing my Marcy so sad, though. Why do people get mad at other people when they didn't even do anything wrong?