Julia Spencer-Fleming: Some of you - some of you - may have spotted Susan McCormick's funny essay about her iron-stomached Newfy back in early October, which is when the second book in her San Francisco Cozy Murder Mystery series came out. Unfortunately, most of us couldn't get a good look at The Fog Ladies: Family Matters, because our blogging software decided to go bonkers, deleting all photos and scrambling Susan's writing.
Fortunately, she agreed to come back and share a glimpse of life with Albert the Newfoundland. But this time is even better, because the first in her series, The Fog Ladies, is on sale for only $0.99! Grab it quick before the pre-holiday sale ends, and then hurry back here, because one lucky commentor is going to win a copy of The Fog Ladies: Family Matters. Be sure to check out the end of the post for details.
A Newfoundland dog is a joy in oh, so many ways.
Newfoundlands are calm, patient, and phlegmatic. A Newf will happily sit around
all day doing nothing, which is perfect for COVID quarantines. These dogs are
gigantic, and you don’t need to lean down to pet them. You will never trip over
them, and their bark is a deep, dignified woof and not a tiny, high-pitched
yip. They are also slobbery and furry, and any hope of a clean house is abandoned
when you bring home a Newfoundland.
One thing you may not know, however, and was likely a characteristic of our specific Newfoundland rather than all Newfoundlands, is the number and variety of household objects chewed up and eaten.
All puppies go through a chewing phase, and we were not fazed
by this. However, Albert the Newfoundland never grew out of chewing, and
through all of his years chewed everything in sight, attached or unattached to
something or someone. We witnessed the gobbling of some of these belongings,
and some we discovered in Albert’s poo. Luckily, a Newfoundland has an enormous
esophagus and intestinal tract, and Albert never had a blockage, which was sometimes
a worry, seeing the size of the swallowed item.
Here is just a partial list:
- 
Any paper product, including piano
and guitar sheet music, homework, files tucked away in a briefcase brought home
from work, mail, toilet paper, paperback books
- Legos, any and all small plastic toys, bouncy balls, stuffies
- Pinecones
- The carpet on the stairs
- The stairs
- Socks (on or off our feet)
- An entire loaf of pumpkin bread
- A ten pound bag of flour and a five pound bag of oat bran when he accidentally locked himself in the pantry
- An ink cartridge
- 
A Yankee’s baseball carried home by
our sons from a trip to NYC (did you know baseballs were made of cork?)
- Two pizzas at the doggy beauty parlor (he slipped the leash, climbed the stairs into the break room and devoured their lunch off the table)
- One pound of lard
- Nonslip bathmat from inside the bathtub
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My elderly mother’s red cashmere sweater and only pair of shoes that fit (luckily, my mother had Alzheimer’s and couldn’t remember he’d eaten her favorite shoes and only knew that she loved Albert)
-
75 pieces from a Mastermind game
- Strainer full of pasta
- Costco-sized bag of fancy chocolate Easter eggs covered in colorful pastel tinfoil (we sweated this one because chocolate is deadly for dogs, but he is huge so the lethal dose is huge, and he must have swallowed them whole because the eggs came out the other end undigested and still covered in their foil)
- A fully decorated gingerbread house
- Baby Jesus from the nativity set
COVID was good for Albert. He was approaching nine years old, very old for a Newfoundland, and he was sick. In his last months he had his entire family around him every single day, sheer bliss for a dog.
Many dogs inhabit the elegant apartment building in my cozy murder mystery series, The Fog Ladies, and Albert was my muse when writing. In Book One, a tiny dog saves the day. Albert could not believe a tiny, yippy dog got this role. In Book Two, there are a few lines about a Newfoundland. Albert was pleased. But in Book Three, expected out in fall 2021, a Newfoundland is front and center.
How has your dog fared during COVID? And what is the strangest thing your dog has eaten?
Susan McCormick is a writer and doctor who lives in Seattle. She graduated from Smith College and George Washington University School of Medicine, with additional medical training in San Francisco and Washington, D.C. Susan served as a doctor in the U.S. Army for nine years before moving to the Pacific Northwest. In addition to the Fog Ladies series, she also wrote Granny Can’t Remember Me, a lighthearted picture book about Alzheimer’s disease and dementia. She lives in Seattle with her husband, two sons, and, until recently, her giant Newfoundland dog, Albert. You can find her on Instagram (with yes, more Albert pics) follow her on Twitter at @smccormickbooks and friend her on Facebook.
The Fog Ladies: Family Matters -
Till death do us part, with kitchen shears. What drives a family man to kill his wife? This question haunts Sarah James, a medical resident who meets the unhappy family at a resort near Big Sur. She witnesses how ugly a marriage can be. But murder?
Sarah and the spunky Fog Ladies—elderly neighbors from her San Francisco apartment building—set out to discover the truth. Their probing finds the threat is perilously close to home, endangering another troubled family struggling to survive.
Oh, my goodness, Susan, I simply adore Albert . . . thank you for sharing him with us.
ReplyDeleteAlthough we are, at the moment, dog-less, our family has been blessed with lovable golden retrievers [always fond of gently lifting the bologna off the bread just about as fast as I could put it down to make sandwiches. Not the whole sandwich, mind you, just the bologna . . . .]
Your series sounds delightful . . . I’m dashing off to grab a copy of “The Fog Ladies” . . . .
Bologna, not bread! That is funny. Albert did not eat celery.
DeleteWow, it is amazing that Albert ATE all those things and never had a blockage...lucky dog!
ReplyDeleteSusan, I remember your previous post here on Jungle Reds and have enjoyed reading both books in The Fog Ladies series. The Fog Ladies are a hoot!
I love visiting San Francisco. Sadly, 2020 is the first year that I have not been able to travel there since 2006.
May we all travel again! Though our dogs may be sad.
DeleteThanks for sharing Albert's story. Next on my reading list is The Fog ladies.
ReplyDeleteThat's an impressive list! I've never owned a dog, but our maniac eight-month old kitten LOVES to eat paper and cardboard. He ignores kitty chew toys and goes straight for today's newspaper, or any cardboard box lying out. By now we have shreds of paper all over the sitting room, plus a few boxes for him to eat and play in. I've had cats for decades. Never seen this before.
ReplyDeleteI have missed your books but will remedy that, stat. I'm a native Californian transplanted long ago to the east, and I have loads of relatives and college friends in the Bay area.
Here's to kittens! There's an old cat in the book, but adding a kitten would be fun.
DeleteNow, see, I have the opposite reaction. I raised and toilet trained three humans. When I adopt a dog or cat, I want a sensible adult who already knows the rules. It's the difference between having a kid and marrying a spouse, I guess.
DeleteMy friend's Dalmation ate a light bulb. And when she took the dog to the vet, she discovered that eating light bulbs was not unusual for Dalmations. Who knew??
ReplyDeleteMany years ago, our own Labrador Retriever ate an entire pound of halvah and half a pound of dried fruit. He then went into the dining room and just as we were all sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner, threw up a great portion of it. However, he didn't throw it all up - he pooped POUNDS! for a few days after. Good thing we loved him.
A light bulb! Incredible. Out of the socket?
DeleteYour poor Lab had his entire allotment of fiber in one sitting!
Susan, welcome once again. I am excited about your books. I already have a copy of Fog Ladies in my Kindle and on my TBR list which is out of control. I think that will be my very next Kindle read.
ReplyDeleteAlbert was gorgeous and I love the photos and stories you've shared with us. I am pretty sure that the last time you were here, I related a couple of doozies about my stream of four German Shepherds.
The first one was a cross breed, huge with long legs and a very large head and mouth. He was my dog before I met my husband and my husband's first words to me were, "I've always wanted a dog like that." A wonderful dog, he was remarkable for what he did not eat as well as for what he did. He chewed up a couple of night gowns at one point and, garbage pest that he was, he devoured the entire plastic cook-in bag from a turkey. My vet made me give him ipecac until he gave that bag back. What he did not ever do was steal our food. I could leave a roasted chicken on the counter or the entire hors d'oeuvres for a party and go up and shower and come down and no problem. He had a wonderful deep bark. I miss him still.
The next dog may have been part coyote. He was small (65 lbs.) and terrified of ordinary things that domesticated dogs get used to. He tasted several pairs of shoes. I still have some sandals with puppy teeth marks from his tiny tasting episode. He is the dog who ate tampons out of the bathroom garbage and pooped out a trail of them at the training facility where all our dogs learned to walk on leash. OY.
Three out of the four were large enough to see everything on the table with no effort and to reach our counters without jumping up. Not one of them ever stole our food and I consider that to be a miracle because the stories about dogs eating the whole chicken, turkey, roast beef are endless. I do not know why they have been so reliable. They all had gotten tastes of people food. Our courant GS is 10-1/2. I'd love to think there could be another one, but hubby says no. We'll see. 43 years with German Shepherds will be a tough habit to break.
Our first dog, an English Mastiff, Earl, never had people food until our baby came along, then Earl was fed a steady stream of Cheerios dropped from the high chair and realized all that time he'd been missing out on tasty treats on the table. That was the only dog didn't try to eat our food and it only lasted two years. I commend those German Shepherds!
DeleteRelated to the baby food - we got our first dog, a newfie mix, when the older two children were 4 and 3, I think - old enough to be taught how to interact with the dog. Then four years later, I had Youngest. The day she got put into a high chair was the greatest day of Jake's life. That one patch of the kitchen floor has never been so clean before or since.
DeleteYoungest was a Jake feeding machine. Treats from heaven.
DeleteOur German shepherds, both the previous and current two, have never been food thieves. Thanking my lucky stars.
DeleteOh, Albert is gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteMy retired-racer greyhound, Koda, has mostly loved lockdown. "The people are home! I get treats! And belly rubs! And ear scritches!"
Koda is pretty good about leaving inorganic things alone and is not much of a chewer (except for stuffed toys that squeak - those he'll destroy on contact). Strangest thing? Half a stick of butter still in the waxed paper wrapper. This was not long after we got him. I put it on the counter, turned around, and when I reached for it not 30 seconds later, it was gone and Koda was innocently licking his lips. His head is right at counter height so it was an easy grab. LOL
Our poor dogs will be bewildered when we all go back to work. When we got our first pup, Earl, we were cautioned not to do anything as a puppy we didn't want to continue as a fully grown 180 pound Mastiff. We wanted to take vacation from work, pup-ternity, but resisted so the little fella could learn to be alone with himself. We wanted him up on the sofa with us but resisted so that beast would not take up all the space when he was big. It all worked out fine, which leads me to wonder about these furry princes of luxury now, basking in the glory of lockdown adults. Those dogs will eat everything in our house once we're gone, then lick their lips innocently like Koda.
DeleteI saw a Tweet suggesting if the Covid-19 virus had been cooked up in a lab, it must have been by dogs, because who else was have a better time in lock-down?
DeleteSusan, yes. We will either have a nation of gluttons or all of our dogs will have separation anxiety so bad we'll never be able to leave the house. Fortunately, I worked from home BEFORE all this happened, so Koda will always have a daytime companion.
DeleteJulia, I believe it!
I would have panicked many times if one of my dogs had ingested some of what your dog did.
ReplyDeleteI don't have one since many years now as I worked full time and travelled and didn't want to leave a dog behind for too long.
Now that I'm retired ,I'm used to some independence but I'll see.
I downloaded The Fog Ladies. Your series seem to be a good one for those times.
Thank goodness Albert had big intestines!
DeleteA great premise for a mystery. I know how much you miss Albert.
ReplyDeleteThe late, great, Toby, our sixty-pound standard poodle ate a dinner-plate sized hole in the wall, a bag of Halloween candy, ant bait, house plants that made him foam at the mouth, all the green persimmons he could grab from the trees in the woods, a cereal box book report, and a roll of ace wrap. He destroyed soccer shin guards and expensive cleats and ate the legs off the Barbie dolls. He had two toys: a deflated soccer ball and a PVC pipe elbow.
A dog like no other, a regular on the cross-country, soccer, and swim meet scenes. Still missed, though our pandemic puppy Louie is showing similar traits. No ornaments on the Christmas tree this year.
I'm not sure we can even attempt a tree and lights this year with our manic kitten. Definitely no breakable ornaments.
DeleteToby make take the prize. That is amazing. Albert loved the sleeves for the soccer shin guards, and for some reason replacement sleeves are almost the same price as sleeves plus the shin guard. We now own a dozen shin guards and no sleeves.
DeleteAnd Christmas trees! Yikes, all the planning with pets and Christmas trees!
We have a hook screwed into the ceiling where our Christmas tree always goes. It was a useful anchor point in the days when we had young, energetic cats and humans around.
DeleteJulia, we have a hook in the ceiling, too, from when the dogs and cats were younger!
DeleteI am laughing so hard! REALLY? It’s lucky you have a wonderful sense of humor about it! And he sounds ridiculously adorable. Why does he do it?
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a friend I had long ago who had a massive Great Dane. He named it C-5 because it was too big and hard to maintain. He decided C-5 should be a vegetarian, and insisted the dog was happy with that. Until it snarfed hamburgers for 8 people right off our kitchen counter.
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DeleteLOL Hank! Only one of the German Shepherds liked veggies and he was the shortest lived. Go figure!
DeleteI'm laughing just thinking of calling that dog's name, "C-5, C-5, come get your carrots!" It doesn't exactly trip off the tongue.
DeleteHow funny and absolutely terrifying is your dog's menu! We have a seven year old Pomapoo who eating habits do not include non-food items, and then there's the pandemic puppy who can't be trusted around anything that will fit in his mouth. His favorite are little bits of plastic that might hit the floor, anything made of white paper, and a ravenous hope that I'll drop a filet mignon on the kitchen floor.
ReplyDeleteOnce we had an old cat, Sam, who went off his food. I took him to the vet who suspected some sort of a bowel obstruction. The x-ray showed a belly full of mouse bones! Vet laughed, said Sam was on a wild diet, and that cat lived another five years keeping the garden free of chipmunks and voles.
Just bought THE FOG LADIES.
Laughing at the mouse bones, Ann. One of my cats is a mouser, but as far as I can tell, they've never been part of her diet. She likes to leave their corpses out for me to admire, instead.
DeleteMouse bones! I never even considered this. I wonder how many cats swallow vs just kill. The whole thought of this has me squirming. Maybe Albert eating the stairs isn't so bad.
DeleteI come from a dog-loving family and like dogs, but I seem to have been born with an intrinsic fear of them. It concerned my family greatly when I was a child. I've largely overcome my fear, but Newfies are still just a bit too big for my comfort, no matter how lovable.
ReplyDeleteYour series sounds wonderful, and I just downloaded book 1 to get started on it. Thanks for visiting Jungle Reds and helping me find it!
You are welcome!
DeleteA lovable, gentle Newfoundland may be just the thing to overcome your doggie fear!
Susan, my daughter is on her third Bernese Mountain dog. They are very similar in temperament to the Newfies, but a lot smaller. They're so lovable.
DeleteBernies are the biggest dog that doesn't slobber. But, I do love the square head of the giant breeds. Bernies and Newfies are so gentle, so calm, so patient.
DeleteI love that you named him Albert - very dignified and somehow large. Your series sounds like great fun! Thanks so much for coming back after our bout of Blogger Follies.
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome and thank you for having me back!
DeleteSusan, I remember your original post. The first Newf I ever met was a real gentleman whose job was guarding his very pregnant mistress and her toddler while his master was off on buying trips. I never felt the least bit threatened by him when I visited the retail shop where he presided over the daily doings, but sometimes people would enter the shop, look sideways at the Newf, then back out of the store.
ReplyDeleteWe had a young beagle mix once whose favorite snack was the cats' plastic spring toys. Crunchy? Who knows. The second was string. No idea why.
Off to look for your books!
Flora, I've found a dog doesn't actually have to be fierce to do the job. My lab/rottweiler mix Marvin was the sweetest, friendliest dog on the planet, but he was great to have around as a woman working alone at home all day. If someone came to the door I didn't recognize, I'd greet him while holding the dog's collar while Marvin barked and lunged. Of course, Marvin was actually just terribly eager to bump his new friend and get skritches, but I didn't mention that. :-)
DeleteA Newfoundland in a shop! That's a lot of fur. I'm thinking of customers getting home and finding more than they purchased. We are still finding bits of fluff in unexpected places.
DeleteAt the front door, Albert was silent but effective.
As an owner of several dogs that have had voracious and unusual appetites, I was right there with you until the eggs came through intact. Imagining that particular moment feels like a sitcom script run amok!
ReplyDeleteI have had dogs that have chewed windowsills, chair rungs, eaten many chocolate bunnies that we thought were up very high (turned out the dog was a climber) but the best story involves bagels. One day when I was preparing the house for guests, I pulled a sleeve of frozen bagels out and left them on the counter to thaw. When I returned to the kitchen, the bagels were gone. Cursing my own foolishness, I went hunting for the remains of bag and bagels. Strangely enough, I saw the edge of the bag peeking out under a couch cushion. There were no bagels in the now shredded bag. I assumed that this was all that remained and went back to bed making, only to discover a bagel under one of the pillows. Three rooms, three beds, bagels under every pillow. To this day I can't figure out if the dog was being sneaky or hospitable.
Can't wait to read the series!
Lysa, that made me laugh out loud. It was a good thing you were making up the beds for guests, or those bagels could have gotten VERY stale!
DeleteOh, funny! Frozen bagels! We came home once to find five avocado pits lined up, no skins, no innards, just the pits.
DeleteThank you, Julia for posting the link to Amazon and to Susan for discounting the first in the series. Do I need to tell you it's now residing on my Kindle?
ReplyDeleteNewfies are such wonderful dogs. I live in Northern Maine and one of our local doctors here has two. He is originally from India, but says he decided to stay in the area because the weather was so good for the dogs. I no longer have dogs, but my white German Shepherd was a prodigious chewer. I came home from college to a flood to discovery he had eaten the faux leather covered two by four that supported my king size waterbed, huge hunks out of the waterbed itself and then, all that water must have given him an appetite because he dragged a 50 pound bag of dogfood out from under the cupboard and ate that. Dogs, gotta love them.
Oh, my lord, Kait. That dog should have been n the Guinness Book of World Records.
DeleteDid the water leak out??? Imagine his stomach with all that kibble in there, swollen from the water. Yikes, yikes, yikes. This is amazing.
DeleteAs most destructive, Julia. I have to agree!
DeleteSusan, The water was all over the floor and flowing out the front door when I got home. I don't think he drank any, although I'm sure he swallowed some. As for the 50 pound bag of food. Whatever he didn't eat was liberally spread around the house. It was a mess. And the dog still greeted me at the front door with a Shepherd smile.
That is a crazy story. A waterbed and 50 pounds of kibble, in the dog and all over your house. What a dog!
DeleteI love Newfoundlands and despite their size think they're very cuddly. Your Albert was a treasure, and your list of items that he ate reminded me of a display at the emergency vet office of items recovered from dogs - mind-boggling!
ReplyDeleteWe once dog sat my sister's chow-lab mix who consumed half of a HoneyBaked ham and the chinet plate it was on when we left it unattended on the kitchen counter for no more than 30 seconds. Now we have a dog who loves to steal and eat my daughter's underwear which we discovered when we saw a rainbow patterned poop in the backyard. On the tiny dog scale, we had a five pound Yorkie who got "flea collar intoxication" - he didn't eat it, it was just too strong for him, even though we got it from the vet. It was scary and we no longer use the collars, but blessedly, he was ok (our visit to the emergency vet).
On my way to Amazon to get a copy of The Fog Ladies ~
Celia, I've never heard of "flea collar intoxication" - it sounds like your Yorkie was sniffing glue!
DeleteThat poor Yorkie is just too little!
DeleteDogs are hilarious. I have lost track of how many friends have mentioned that their dogs "ate their couch". It reminds of the man who ate a car, one piece at a time.
ReplyDeleteKaren, my Shi Tzu, Louie, once ate a deer thigh bone that was larger than he was. I mean, not all at once, bit it was impressive.
DeleteAlbert ate the inside of my husband's car. My husband did not take that well. Just the fabric covering over the metal in the back of the Subaru station wagon. What did my husband expect? It was Albert.
DeleteMy friend's 24-pound beagle at a six-pound pork roast, too. Plus a bunch of other stuff in the fridge. Which she opened by herself. They had to padlock the refrigerator around Lucy, until they replaced their old fridge with a SubZero. She couldn't get that one open.
ReplyDeleteI have a deer leg story about our neighbor's old dog, but it's too gross to share! Suffice it to say, rotting treats dragged into the house did not make for great neighborly relations for awhile.
Louie didn't drag his rotting carcasses in, thank God. They were more mid-ramble treats as we walked the back 40.
DeleteYuck, yuck, yuck!
DeleteNo dog stories here, but we once witnessed a squirrel climbing a tree out front with a 2-foot-long french bread someone had left for us clenched between its teeth. And we have a friend whose Bernise mountain dog kept eating her underwear, requiring multiple visits to the vet and surgeries.
ReplyDeleteHow does a squirrel even recognize something that large as something he can carry? Amazing.
DeleteWouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it.
DeleteI've had only one dog and it was not a long-lasting relationship. He was sweet, but poorly trained (entirely my fault) and he ate my gorgeous Cape-Cod-bought yellow rubber boots. It was not a happy day. I've stuck with cats ever since...
ReplyDeleteAmanda, there are dog people, and there are cat people, and the important thing is to know where you sit.
DeleteI see the allure of bright yellow boots. And the texture. Yum, Yum.
DeleteThanks for the affirmation, Julia! I will say that I don't mind dogs that resemble cats in size!
DeleteSusan: You have an excellent culinary imagination -- more creative than my own!
No homework? Your dog seriously fell down on the job!
ReplyDeleteSO much homework. So many the teacher actually pinned a shredded paper to the board.
DeleteMy turn to have internet issues. I've had a long string of dogs since childhood. My first was a dachsund with broad appetites. He consumed toy plastic soldiers if my brother was dumb enough to leave them laying around. If those weren't available she loved to snack on june bugs. All of our Airedales and Airemutts of the past have enjoyed pizza to a criminal degree. My son let the two Airemutts in one day when he had a pizza cooling on the kitchen table. They went to opposite sides, grabbed the pizza, tore it in half, and scarpered off to eat. My little brother still has two Chinese Crested dogs whom we call the weird sisters. They used to rummage through visitors' purses looking for kleenex to chew on and lip balm. They also would pull hibiscus blooms of the right color off the bushes and eat them. I think they preferred yellow ones. One of the Airemutts barfed up what looked like a whole rodent of some kind one day. My husband was there when it happened and yelled to me that the dog threw up. I yelled back "well, clean it up, then."
ReplyDeleteDogs and their appetites are truly a wonder, as in I wonder what in the hell that dog was thinking to eat fill-in-the-blank.
Dogs are the best. Albert shed the leash at the doggie beauty parlor waiting to be picked up and sneaked upstairs to the break room and ate their pizza lunch. I gave a big tip.
DeleteLOL! I loved this post both times. Dogs are the best.
ReplyDeleteSusan, I think I laughed harder the second time around! Thanks for sharing Albert with us. What a love he was.
ReplyDeleteI tried to post from my phone three times early this morning, but my new phone still hasn't gotten all my information transferred, and my Google account wasn't cooperating. But, on to the pleasure at hand now.
ReplyDeleteSusan, I love Newfoundland dogs so much. My daughter and her family had a Newfy named Hank (Hank, you'll like that), and we all adored that dog. Sweet and loyal, he was the smartest dog I've ever known. When my daughter was working in the yard and had my then toddler granddaughter with her, the granddaughter slipped off and was nowhere to be seen. My daughter told Hank to find Izzy, and off he went to do just that. She was near their pond, and Hank held her dress in his mouth to keep Izzy in place until my daughter got there. Sadly, he died way too soon. If I thought I could handle that large of a dog in my house, I would have a Newfy, but we are currently looking for another Brittany.
I was stunned by the list of things your Alfred ate, and that the candy was still in its wrappers on exit was amazing. The pictures of Alfred are wonderful, and I thank you for sharing them with us. I know you must miss this beautiful boy. The Fog Ladies sounds like a great read, and I will be taking advantage of the low price to pick up the first one and begin the series.
Hank, true to his breed, baby watcher! Thank you for sharing.
DeleteLaughing so hard just picturing your Albert and everything he ate. Probably not all that funny to you at the time but I feel like I know what was going on in his head.
ReplyDeleteOne dog I had swallowed my wedding ring but we got it back more than a week later. My Sunny dog now loves to eat anything I do - bananas, carrots,and asparagus and tomatoes she steals out of the garden. She seems to draw the line at cucumbers though.
Can't wait to read the books, Susan; I just downloaded the first one.
No cucumbers. Tomatoes but no cucumbers. Interesting! Albert did not eat celery, but otherwise the sky was the limit.
DeleteWow, Albert was a very busy dog! I'm glad he has a prominent place in book three. I don't have a dog. But I've had numerous cats over the years. My Tonkinese cat ingested a piece of yarn about a yard long when she was a kitten and had to have emergency surgery. Luckily, she recovered well and lived to be 15. Looking forward to reading this series, its already on my Amazon list. Happy holidays!
ReplyDeleteYarn! You'd think this would happen to more cats!
DeleteBook 3 was a joy to write. I named the Newf Boris.
My aunt had a Newfie, and we had a St. Bernard on our farm that thought the Christmas tree was a chew toy. There's a Landseer black & white Newfie in my latest mystery, based on the Landseer therapy dog I met in the Albany, NY, airport.
ReplyDeleteLandseers are lovely! A great addition to a mystery!
ReplyDeleteNever thought a dog can eat these things as well , nice topic you came up with and please visit Dog Feeding Station Australia for dog accessories.
ReplyDeleteThank you