PAMPERED PET PART 2: REGAL PET
BY: TRISH HUBSCHMAN
Welcome to the Author’s Corner.
This afternoon author Trish Hubschman has dropped in to share the second story in her Pampered Pet series.
Now, I’ve already had the pleasure of reading this little tale, so I can honestly say that it is quite obvious that Hope stole the hearts of her human parents for many years.
Read the following offering from Trish and see if you don’t agree.
Remember, when you’re through reading to continue onward to see how you can buy and read Trish’s other series work.
Thanks for dropping into the Author’s Corner and please do come by again soon. You just never know who might pop in.
Hope was the queen of the castle! She was four when we bought our second house, a spacious, one-level ranch. It was L-shaped. The day after closing we picked Hope up at the Doggie Motel. She spent two nights there while we moved out of one house and into another. Once Hope was in her new home, she raced from one room to the next, living room to dining room, into the large kitchen, down the hall and back to the living room. She repeated this circle, and then turned right from the kitchen and headed to the bedrooms. Eventually, she left a gift on the carpet in the small room that was to be my computer/office. We took this as her seal of approval. “You like it, girl, huh?” I asked.
The one place she never dared go was the basement. We never understood this. Our first house didn’t have a basement, so that might be one explanation. Whenever Kevin disappeared into the strange hole in the ground, Hope would stand at the top of the stairs in the den barking. “Your Daddy’s in the basement, girl,” I told her. “He’ll be back, I promise.” True to my word, he did come back upstairs and Hope relaxed.
I was a stay at home dog mom. My job was to be Hope’s constant companion, nudge, caretaker, whatever you want to call it. There were times Hope just wanted to stare out the front door and be by herself. I wouldn’t hear of it, well, not all the time. We went for walks together in our big backyard. I’d take her on the leash. There were so many trees in the yard it was like a forest. At times I got confused and lost, especially if there was snow on the ground or a blanket of leaves. “Ah, Hope, can you find the way to the house for us?”” I asked. She wasn’t a guide dog for the blind, but she seemed to understand. She’d pull the leash and lead us to the back door.
Whenever I went out back to rake leaves or weed, Hope had to join me. She would start the barking craze when she saw me taking the green garbage bags out of the pantry cabinet. “You’re a good one to have around, girl,” I told her. She never liked to stay outside for too long though, especially if it was hot. She’d bark and bark to be let inside.
At five, Hope and I would go into the den and wait for Kevin to get home from work. When he pulled into the driveway, Hope would start her routine. She’d jump on the couch and bark at the front window, then she’d race to the side door and bark bark bark. If Kevin didn’t come inside fast enough, Hope darted back to the couch to look out the window. When he came in, Hope would stand on her back paws and the two would dance. “Daddy’s as happy to see you as you are to see him, girl,” I told her. “Now, let Daddy come into the house,” I said and Hope jumped off him and raced toward the kitchen barking. I laughed. “Dinner time,” I said.
“Why is there toilet paper on the floor?” Kevin asked. Oops, I thought, and looked at Hope, who was in the den door again. “It’s her fault,” I said. Hope had a penchant for dragging toilet paper or paper towels down the hall. Sometimes she unraveled a whole roll or took it out of the garbage pail. “How did she get the toilet paper in the first place?” he asked. I couldn’t come up with an answer for that. I glanced at Hope. “See, you got me in trouble again, girl,” I said. Hope never got in trouble for anything. Not fair!
Kevin started for the bedroom. Hope trotted behind him. I followed. She jumped onto the bed and Kevin ruffled her ears. Hope was an Australian cattle dog. She looked like a small German shepherd with beagle ears. “That’s my regal beagle,”” Kevin said . “You’re a lifetime member of the bad dogs club.” He said it with praise. “Oh, she’s the president indeed,” I added. I swear, Hope popped up higher proudly with that one.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR AND HER WORK…
By Trish Hubschman
About The Series
In 1997, Trish saw the rock band, Styx, for the first time at Radio City Music Hall in New York. She fell in love. The following year, she created the fictional character, musician, Danny Tide from the rock band Tidalwave. She wrote two romance novels with him as the main character. After that, he was put in the drawer for a decade. She continued seeing her favorite band in concert, Styx. Around 2010, her Long Island private investigator, Tracy Gayle, emerged for her own set of mystery stories. Never did it dawn on her that at some point she would bring Tracy and Danny together. In 2014, a few days after she saw Styx, their tour bus burst into flames. She tried to find out the cause, but was unsuccessful. She decided to weave her own tale about it. Tracy Gayle solves Tidalwave’s tour bus fire. That was Book One. The chemistry between the lady PI and the rock musician is incredible from the start.
About Stiff Competition
America’s favorite rock band, Tidalwave, is playing the Miss America pageant. Band leader, Danny Tide, is emceeing the event. All is going according to schedule. The judges have picked the 10 semi-finalists. Suddenly, everything comes to a halt. Miss New Jersey is missing. Nobody knows what happened to her or where she is. Danny calls his longtime PI friend, Tracy Gayle, and asks her to come down to Atlantic City to help figure things out. In need of her best friend for personal support and eager to get to another case, Tracy agrees. There’s an all-out search of the hotels on the boardwalk. They find Miss New Jersey, but it’s not good. Her kidnapping leads to another assault and murder. The big star and the lady PI work together on this one, so that the Miss America pageant can continue as usual.
To my wonderful husband, Kevin. He proofreads all my stories and tells me I’m a good writer.
To my mom, who also reads all my stories and enjoys them. She’s been behind me every step of the way in my life.
Trish has published three books under America Star Books, a short story Collection of time travel/romances called Through Time and the first two books in the Tracy Gayle/Danny Tide series, The Fire and Unlucky Break.
She’s also written a short story, The Officer and His Sweet Heart, which was published in the winter 2018 Slate and Style Magazine which can be enquired of by visiting: http://writers.nfb.org/index.html
She attended college at Long Island University’s-Southampton Campus with a Bachelor’s degree in English-Writing. She lives on Long Island with her husband and two dogs and can be contacted at palhub&optonline.net
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