AUTHOR’S CORNER:Pampered Pet Part 6 More by Kid Brother Charlie

PAMPERED PET PART 6: MORE BY KID BROTHER CHARLIE

BY: TRISH HUBSCHMAN

 

 

Good morning campbellsworld visitors and animal lovers one and all.

This morning author Trish Hubschman is back in the Author’s Corner with another installment of her Pampered Pet series.

When last we left Kid Brother Charlie he was telling us about what life was like for him in the Hubschman Human house, but he’d just been interrupted by the dinner call.

Well, he’s back now to share more of his tale with us.

Please do keep reading after his tale is finished to learn about his human Trish and her work.

 

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Dinner was great, but all meals and snack time are.   There’s a dinnertime  routine around here.  Routine is good, right? Feeding time at the zoo, as Human Mom calls it, is promptly at five p.m. I wouldn’t have it any other way!  Heehee!  First on the  agenda when the four of us go enter the kitchen is to throw me outside.  I’m not sure why they do that.  I’ve been tempted to protest, but I figure it’s just as easy to keep my mouth shut, do some personal   business when I’m out there, and then wait to come back inside. It’s fair enough, right? Well, here’s the injustice, as I stand on the outer side of the all-glass back door, I see  that Human Dad has put our food dishes on the  floor and Hope’s already started eating.   Hey, she has a head start! That’s not fair. Now, I’m protesting.

 

“I bet you’re hungry?” Human Dad said, opening the back door for me.  Darn right I am, I wanted to say, but don’t want to waste any time here.  I veer left and stick my nose in my dish.  Even with starting after Hope does I still finish before her.  Hee hee!  Now, I sit and wait with the folks for Hope to complete her meal.  I think she liked having an audience. I’m telling you, she looks up occasionally with one eye to see if we’re watching.

 

Finally, she’s finished. Human Dad opened the back door again.  “Who wants to go outside?” he asked.  No way, not me this time, not yet. I want my after dinner  treat.  Hope goes outside.  “You’re not getting anything else, Charlie, until Hope comes back in,” Human Dad said. Phooey, is the first thing that comes to my mind. Well, if that’s the way they want it, then I’ll just hang around and make a pest of myself till big sis reappears.

 

Human Mom opened the back door and Hope saunters in. I’m telling you, Hope moves as casually as can be.  At the same time, Human Dad drops cookies into both our dishes.  That’s our cue. We each grab one and race to the master bedroom and jump onto the bed.   In the early years, Hope devoured her cookie and ran back to the kitchen for another. I follow. More recently, Hope just plays with her cookie, eventually abandoning it.  I’m not really stealing it if she’s left it on the bed, right?  Hope’s quirky!  I don’t ask questions, but she’s acting weirder as we get older.

 

I’ll give an example of Hope’s quirkiness.  Oh, I’ve got a story.  heehee!  Let me start it from the beginning. Hope was licking her paw, so much that the color of her fur on it turned white. Hey, that’s one way of going gray fast.  The doc said it was an allergy and gave the Human folks medicine to put on it. But Hope would lick that. The doc suggested getting a plastic cone from the pet store to put on Hope’s head, so she couldn’t lick the paw and medicine.   They did and put it on Hope.  “Oh, Hopey, you look like a daisy,” Human Mom said, clapping her hands.  Hope did not like looking like a daisy, nor did she like that plastic cone on her head.  She wanted somebody to take it off.  “But you’ll just lick your paw,” I told Hope.  I swear, she gave me a dirty look.  “That’s my business, Chuck,” she tossed back.  She was probably right, but I wasn’t going to say anything, plus I wanted her to get better.  “Just do what you’re told,” I said. Fat chance of that, I know. And I was right about that.  Since nobody would spring her from that cone head, Hope landed up walking into walls, especially when running down the hall to the front door to bark at the mailman.  Sometimes even, she’d lower her head, like a bull,   and walk into people with it.  It was absolutely hilarious!  Heehee!

 

Okay, time out. I have to pull myself together.  Hope wants to take over the microphone and have her say.  She has to leave us soon.  Yeah, sniffle, sniffle.  Jeez,      I knew one day it would come to this.   Hope is sick. Oh jeez, I just hate saying goodbye.  Hey, big sis, I love you.  You’ve always been the best.

 

MORE ON TRISH HUBSCHMAN AND HER WORK…

 

A Romantic Suspense Novel

Stiff Competition (Miss America): A Tracy Gayle Mystery

by Trish Hubschman

In e-book ($2.99) and print ($9.50) on Amazon and other bookselling sites.

227 pages in print.

Cover, free text sample, author bio, direct buying links, and more: https://www.dldbooks.com/hubschman/

 

About the Book

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. The plot includes two assaults, two murders, and a sizzling romance between the main characters, Tracy and Danny.
 

About the Author

Trish Hubschman has published three books with America Star Books: a short story collection of time travel and romance stories called Through Time and the first two books in the Tracy Gayle/Danny Tide series: The Fire and Unlucky Break. Trish attended college at Long Island University’s Southampton campus, earning a BA degree in English with an emphasis in writing. She lives on Long Island with her husband and two dogs.

 

 

 

 

 

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