For a few months, Cathy and I planned on flying to Chicago's Midway Airport then driving to see our brand new granddaughter. As a part of this weekend's festivities, we would bear witness to her baptism followed by a joyful family gathering at our daughter and son-in-law's home.
As life would have it, we learned that a family friend was battling cancer. "The Big C," as many call it. She was initially diagnosed and told the cancer would not be problematic, but alas, she would soon be overcome by the deadly disease. It finally consumed her just before our trip to Chicago. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, our friend was from and lived in the Chi-town area. Our weekend took on several new meanings as a result...
Friday evening we would attend her wake. For my non-southern and non-Catholic friends, that's the viewing where family and friends go to pay their final respects. Saturday would be the day of the funeral, and finally, Sunday would be Maya's baptismal and subsequent celebration.
Everything went according to plan (except our delayed flight back to Atlanta, which, if you follow any of my posts about my own air travel you know delays are built into my traveling plans) and we found ourselves on a flight Sunday night heading home. Like a lot of people, I tend to look at life events in buckets: we live, we die and everything in between is a bonus. Except, this time, as we flew the hour and a half flight home, I had time to ponder what just happened the previous three days.
What we bore witness to was, what Walt Disney productions and the Lion King referred to as The Circle of Life. Right before our eyes, we saw the dead, and all around us we saw the dying (we, as a whole are living and dying in the same moment), and we witnessed what Christians see as a spiritual rebirth. This all happened in the span of three short days!
Oftentimes, we hear people saying things like "dust to dust," or you have "come full circle." Mostly, I look at euphemisms as trite and colloquial. This, however, was the epitome of full circle! The death of the elderly and the renewal of the young. And somewhere in between was/are the rest of us.
So, while we mourn the loss of a friend, and celebrate new life, it wasn't lost on me the inconceivable odds that I would live to see all of it transpire over a seventy-two hour period. I would like to point out that I don't believe in coincidence or luck, good or bad. In my mind, there are missed and taken opportunities. In this case though, I can't fathom the opportunity missed or taken that would have me in the same place for both the end and the beginning of life.
Thus it is, that I think we, Cathy, Abby, and I, were brought into that weekend for a specific reason. Perhaps it was to do exactly what I've outlined here: bear witness to both events. On a grander scale it is possible that we were brought together on that particular weekend to see and share life's tragedies and triumphs. Finally, it is plausible that God himself put us in that time and place to see the Alpha and Omega and share the fragility of life with anyone willing to listen.
I don't pretend to know the answer to any of this, but I suspect there is something bigger than any of us at play. There is, as I stated, a beginning and an end, and all the stuff in between. The crème inside the Oreo, or books inside the bookends is how I see it. How we live and what we do with that stuff is up to us, but know that we all have faced a beginning, and all walk around decaying until our final moment. What we do and how treat one another is what matters, and how we perceive the unlikeliest of events will help guide us.
Live well!
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
The Interesting Thing About a Football Game
It's no secret I am passionate about college football, most especially the reigning national champions, The University of Alabama. Hey, I've been a fan since I was old enough to say "football," so don't throw the bandwagon moniker at me. My old F-150 has been a part of my life since the Mike Shula days, and the faded Bama banner that covers the back window was put on during his tenure at head coach, a couple years prior to Coach Saban's arrival.
That said, Cathy and I ventured down to Orlando, Florida to witness Alabama's opening game against the University of Louisville. Granted, there wasn't much fanfare about the opposing team; their previous Heisman winner has since entered the NFL and is making millions of dollars as a result. The guy was a great collegiate quarterback, but his replacement is a wonderful athlete in his own right.
On the contrary, the hub-bub surrounded which quarterback would earn the starting role with Alabama. It's been debated since the last national championship when a second stringer entered the game to beat the University of Georgia in a thrilling overtime victory. As tough as the decision was for Coach Saban, it was settled Saturday night.
It was interesting, as we sat in Camping World Stadium in Orlando that so many people can come together in the spirit of gamesmanship and sportsmanship to cheer for their team. We sat immediately adjacent to the Louisville fanbase and the school's band. Surrounding using Louisville took. Hey, no one really expected less, right?
What struck me as I sat there, however, was that everyone watching that game came from different walks of life. Different races were represented, and you can believe different political points of view were there to witness a ballgame. No one talked about the upcoming Supreme Court hearings, what was happening with the economy, large corporations, or international issues. We all gathered to watch finely tuned athletes play a game, and for four hours that's exactly what we did.
See, that's what entertainment is supposed to do--it's designed to take us away from the mundane and the real and put us in a place where we are just thousands of people sitting together cheering and jeering. That's fun, it's human, and it's as it should be.
It was an ugly night for Cardinal fans, but the ones I interacted with seemed to still have a good time. After all, we were in Orlando--the happiest place on earth according to some. A monsoon-like rain hit us just a few minutes before the game, but it didn't dampen the spirits of the fans. We were just a bunch of adults acting like kids enjoying a game played by kids. And for a few hours, we suspended our reality to just have fun.
That said, Cathy and I ventured down to Orlando, Florida to witness Alabama's opening game against the University of Louisville. Granted, there wasn't much fanfare about the opposing team; their previous Heisman winner has since entered the NFL and is making millions of dollars as a result. The guy was a great collegiate quarterback, but his replacement is a wonderful athlete in his own right.
On the contrary, the hub-bub surrounded which quarterback would earn the starting role with Alabama. It's been debated since the last national championship when a second stringer entered the game to beat the University of Georgia in a thrilling overtime victory. As tough as the decision was for Coach Saban, it was settled Saturday night.
It was interesting, as we sat in Camping World Stadium in Orlando that so many people can come together in the spirit of gamesmanship and sportsmanship to cheer for their team. We sat immediately adjacent to the Louisville fanbase and the school's band. Surrounding using Louisville took. Hey, no one really expected less, right?
What struck me as I sat there, however, was that everyone watching that game came from different walks of life. Different races were represented, and you can believe different political points of view were there to witness a ballgame. No one talked about the upcoming Supreme Court hearings, what was happening with the economy, large corporations, or international issues. We all gathered to watch finely tuned athletes play a game, and for four hours that's exactly what we did.
See, that's what entertainment is supposed to do--it's designed to take us away from the mundane and the real and put us in a place where we are just thousands of people sitting together cheering and jeering. That's fun, it's human, and it's as it should be.
It was an ugly night for Cardinal fans, but the ones I interacted with seemed to still have a good time. After all, we were in Orlando--the happiest place on earth according to some. A monsoon-like rain hit us just a few minutes before the game, but it didn't dampen the spirits of the fans. We were just a bunch of adults acting like kids enjoying a game played by kids. And for a few hours, we suspended our reality to just have fun.
Monday, August 20, 2018
Summer Thanks
This Summer has been a whirlwind for those of us in my home! I watched with both pride and sadness as my youngest daughter climbed on the shuttle to Montgomery, AL to be processed into the United States Army, then just like that we were driving to Ft. Sill, Oklahoma to watch her graduate basic training. What an honor that was. Hooah!
My third book, a short treatise of conversations with our ten pound dog Rex entitled (click the title if you are interested in purchasing a copy) My Dog's P.O.V. and How He Sees the World, was released. As always, thanks to Y-O-U, Mr./Ms./Mrs. Reader for supporting my writing habit and providing so much excellent feedback. Your reviews have humbled me, and that's just not an easy thing to do. :)
The third and fourth Bill Evers books are underway (one of them is a collaborative effort!). Writing action/adventure novels is my passion, and completing one brings me a sense of accomplishment like few other things I have achieved in my life. Again, thank you to everyone who supports this strange affliction I have; sitting in front of a monitor and keyboard for countless hours seems ridiculous, right up to the moment a proof copy of a book is in my hands. It is at that time I realize an overwhelming desire to continue the process so many writers refer to as "the craft."
I accidentally signed up for a five mile obstacle course to be held in October. Obviously, alcohol should never be mixed when signing up for healthy endeavors or sporting activities. I have been pounding away trying to be just fit enough so as to avoid embarrassing myself at the event. So far, so good--y'all just throw up a prayer for me every now and again if you would.
With much excitement, I have watched some of my karate students grow and mature over the summer. Those who practice are making great strides in their personal development. As a teacher, this makes me happy and drives me to continue teaching.
Just recently, Cathy and I ventured to Las Vegas, Nevada where my old friends Robyn, Tommy, and Ricky Rhinehart met me for dinner on Freemont Street. I mention Freemont Street because if you have never walked it, you should...without your kids...or parents. Debauchery notwithstanding, it was wonderful to see my friends again. Doing so somehow restores my faith in humanity. There are still good people in the world!
This Fall promises a lot more action and travel. I am looking forward to what the immediate future holds and can't wait to get "there."
Love, peace, and bacon grease,
~h
My third book, a short treatise of conversations with our ten pound dog Rex entitled (click the title if you are interested in purchasing a copy) My Dog's P.O.V. and How He Sees the World, was released. As always, thanks to Y-O-U, Mr./Ms./Mrs. Reader for supporting my writing habit and providing so much excellent feedback. Your reviews have humbled me, and that's just not an easy thing to do. :)
The third and fourth Bill Evers books are underway (one of them is a collaborative effort!). Writing action/adventure novels is my passion, and completing one brings me a sense of accomplishment like few other things I have achieved in my life. Again, thank you to everyone who supports this strange affliction I have; sitting in front of a monitor and keyboard for countless hours seems ridiculous, right up to the moment a proof copy of a book is in my hands. It is at that time I realize an overwhelming desire to continue the process so many writers refer to as "the craft."
I accidentally signed up for a five mile obstacle course to be held in October. Obviously, alcohol should never be mixed when signing up for healthy endeavors or sporting activities. I have been pounding away trying to be just fit enough so as to avoid embarrassing myself at the event. So far, so good--y'all just throw up a prayer for me every now and again if you would.
With much excitement, I have watched some of my karate students grow and mature over the summer. Those who practice are making great strides in their personal development. As a teacher, this makes me happy and drives me to continue teaching.
Just recently, Cathy and I ventured to Las Vegas, Nevada where my old friends Robyn, Tommy, and Ricky Rhinehart met me for dinner on Freemont Street. I mention Freemont Street because if you have never walked it, you should...without your kids...or parents. Debauchery notwithstanding, it was wonderful to see my friends again. Doing so somehow restores my faith in humanity. There are still good people in the world!
This Fall promises a lot more action and travel. I am looking forward to what the immediate future holds and can't wait to get "there."
Love, peace, and bacon grease,
~h
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Human Interaction Is Everything and I Have Proof!
The Interwebs and social media make being a keyboard warrior easy in every imaginable way. 99.999999999% of the time, there is no accountability or consequences for the things people write or post online, as they peck away on their phones or laptops in the safety of their own homes. This social separation, because that is what it really is, has opened the door to hate on a disproportionate scale.
Everyone has a voice; everyone has an opinion. No matter how factually incorrect something may be, it has little bearing on a person's willingness and ability to send it out to the world. Doing so only drives more of a divide, because, again, there are no consequences to speak of for doing it.
"But, Howard--you can always unfriend someone, or stop following them if they do that," someone may argue.
True, but their remark/post is still out there, and without fail it won't be removed because their "opinion is just as important as anyone else's."
This flawed logic notwithstanding, it is easy to see why society is in disarray. There is so little human interaction anymore. Even when we are with people, we are disconnected from them and attached to our mobile devices. As such, I have begun calling the networking sites, "unsocial media," because I feel that is a more accurate portrayal of what they have morphed into over the past decade.
This past weekend, I had the most excellent fortune to meet and see people on a human level. For weeks leading up to Saturday's event, I advertised my book signing for locals in my area to come see me and other local authors at a bookstore in Albertville, Alabama. The turn-out was 100 times what I was expecting. After all, I am just a guy from a small town in Alabama who enjoys writing. I am no one special, but I do get a certain satisfaction knowing my work may touch someone in a positive way.
People came from near and far; one drove all the way from Panama City Beach, Florida (an almost six hour drive) through thunderstorms to meet ME. Another drove from Knoxville, Tennessee just to meet ME. And so many new and old friends from the surrounding communities came out to meet ME.
And in all of their travels, and with all the books I signed, the discussions we had with one another, phones in our pockets or on a table, were the most memorable. We talked and laughed then talked some more. That, my friends, is social. It was brought about by an old media--books. Perhaps we should look to the past as we pave our way into the future.
To everyone who came to talk and hang out this past Saturday--you made my day. To those who could not make it, I hope to see you soon!
Peace, love, and bacon,
~h
Everyone has a voice; everyone has an opinion. No matter how factually incorrect something may be, it has little bearing on a person's willingness and ability to send it out to the world. Doing so only drives more of a divide, because, again, there are no consequences to speak of for doing it.
"But, Howard--you can always unfriend someone, or stop following them if they do that," someone may argue.
True, but their remark/post is still out there, and without fail it won't be removed because their "opinion is just as important as anyone else's."
This flawed logic notwithstanding, it is easy to see why society is in disarray. There is so little human interaction anymore. Even when we are with people, we are disconnected from them and attached to our mobile devices. As such, I have begun calling the networking sites, "unsocial media," because I feel that is a more accurate portrayal of what they have morphed into over the past decade.
This past weekend, I had the most excellent fortune to meet and see people on a human level. For weeks leading up to Saturday's event, I advertised my book signing for locals in my area to come see me and other local authors at a bookstore in Albertville, Alabama. The turn-out was 100 times what I was expecting. After all, I am just a guy from a small town in Alabama who enjoys writing. I am no one special, but I do get a certain satisfaction knowing my work may touch someone in a positive way.
People came from near and far; one drove all the way from Panama City Beach, Florida (an almost six hour drive) through thunderstorms to meet ME. Another drove from Knoxville, Tennessee just to meet ME. And so many new and old friends from the surrounding communities came out to meet ME.
And in all of their travels, and with all the books I signed, the discussions we had with one another, phones in our pockets or on a table, were the most memorable. We talked and laughed then talked some more. That, my friends, is social. It was brought about by an old media--books. Perhaps we should look to the past as we pave our way into the future.
To everyone who came to talk and hang out this past Saturday--you made my day. To those who could not make it, I hope to see you soon!
Peace, love, and bacon,
~h
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
This Event, Future Projects, and Time
Time--the invisible but ever-constant concept that limits what we can and want to do. Since the dawn of man, we have watched the sun cross over the sky, the stars move across the darkened landscape above, and peered into the elongated shadows of a waning day in effort to understand the here and now. We build clocks and electronic devices to measure that which we can not see, but feel it slipping through our fingers like water over a stone.
This weekend, Saturday morning at 10:00 AM until 1:00 PM central time, Cathy, Rex, and I will be on site at a local bookstore (*ahem* Shades of Pemberley in Albertville, AL) to meet, greet, and sign books. Those three short hours are always something I am grateful for when at a book signing event. It makes me gloriously happy to meet new people who have read, or intend on reading my work. It is also a time for me to see old friends once again who come out to support a middle-aged guy intent on writing and bringing some form of realistic escape to his readers.
I have said this many times before, but I will write again here: without readers, there are no writers. We share a soul-linked bond with one another. When someone reads another person's work, they invariably take a look inside the mind, heart, and soul of the writer, and as a result, forever share a level of intimacy unlike any other.
Perhaps that sounds a tad dramatic, but I believe it down to the very marrow in my bones. The only thing better than bringing to life the characters, dialogue, and locations that waft freely inside my mind is hearing from someone who shared in that experience by reading my work. That is the truest definition of intimacy in my book, if you will pardon the pun.
All that said, those who follow my "author" Facebook page know I have been slowly working on other projects as well. One such work is a compilation I am putting together of the trials and tribulations others have faced. The stories are all gut-wrenching, true life accounts, and as such I wait patiently while others pen their stories. This book will take me into unchartered territory, as I am a writer of fiction, rather than non-fiction. Getting outside my comfort zone will do me good, I know, but like most things new, this one makes me nervous.
My return to action-adventure fiction, however, is something that has already occurred. I am working on the next Bill Evers novel. As with my previous two Evers' novels, this one will be filled with conspiracy, martial arts action, much travel (mostly U.S. centered this time), and technology interspersed with the somewhere that is not here and now.
To all who continue to support me and other writers: thank you so much! You make what we do worth it.
Cathy, Rex, and I will see you all Saturday (if you can make it), and look forward to sharing a few moments of time.
This weekend, Saturday morning at 10:00 AM until 1:00 PM central time, Cathy, Rex, and I will be on site at a local bookstore (*ahem* Shades of Pemberley in Albertville, AL) to meet, greet, and sign books. Those three short hours are always something I am grateful for when at a book signing event. It makes me gloriously happy to meet new people who have read, or intend on reading my work. It is also a time for me to see old friends once again who come out to support a middle-aged guy intent on writing and bringing some form of realistic escape to his readers.
I have said this many times before, but I will write again here: without readers, there are no writers. We share a soul-linked bond with one another. When someone reads another person's work, they invariably take a look inside the mind, heart, and soul of the writer, and as a result, forever share a level of intimacy unlike any other.
Perhaps that sounds a tad dramatic, but I believe it down to the very marrow in my bones. The only thing better than bringing to life the characters, dialogue, and locations that waft freely inside my mind is hearing from someone who shared in that experience by reading my work. That is the truest definition of intimacy in my book, if you will pardon the pun.
All that said, those who follow my "author" Facebook page know I have been slowly working on other projects as well. One such work is a compilation I am putting together of the trials and tribulations others have faced. The stories are all gut-wrenching, true life accounts, and as such I wait patiently while others pen their stories. This book will take me into unchartered territory, as I am a writer of fiction, rather than non-fiction. Getting outside my comfort zone will do me good, I know, but like most things new, this one makes me nervous.
My return to action-adventure fiction, however, is something that has already occurred. I am working on the next Bill Evers novel. As with my previous two Evers' novels, this one will be filled with conspiracy, martial arts action, much travel (mostly U.S. centered this time), and technology interspersed with the somewhere that is not here and now.
To all who continue to support me and other writers: thank you so much! You make what we do worth it.
Cathy, Rex, and I will see you all Saturday (if you can make it), and look forward to sharing a few moments of time.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Not So Patiently Waiting...
My newest release, My Dog's P.O.V. (and How He Sees the World) is officially available. This is that unnerving time when all those books begin filtering into their new owner's hands and the reading begins. For any author, this is a gut-wrenching moment.
Waiting to hear from readers on their perception(s) of the a work, no matter how large or small has a way of working on a writer's mind. "Will they like it? Will they hate it? Perhaps I should stop writing altogether! What if I just jumped from a really high building (nah, I'd probably live through the experience and still be forced to read their reviews)?
That said, I have always maintained that feedback, whether positive or negative, regarding my work is a gift of monumental proportions. Good reviews are wonderful, but I also try my best to take well scripted "negative" reviews or feedback, and use it to my benefit in future works. After all, isn't that how we learn and progress? We make mistakes then attempt to correct them, yes?
Reading is a very intimate affair between the author and the reader. The author offers up several glimpses of himself or herself in their work--no matter whether the book is fiction or nonfiction, there is an element of the writer's soul present in the words on the pages bound between the covers.
Conversely, the reader takes on the emotions conveyed by the writer, or at least that is the hope of the author. When you read, you are soul gazing (stolen with pride from the Ghost Rider) into the writer and assuming the character's personalities, ingesting the information being shared, and passing judgment on all of the above--not to mention the writer's style and conveyance of thought.
So, here I sit waiting as patiently as possible for you, the best readers in the world (no, I'm not trying to butter you up...not entirely anyway), to receive, read, and offer up reviews on my latest work. Yes, I'm reenergized and am plugging away at my next Bill Evers novel because action/adventure/general weirdness is my passion. But understand, I am happy and excited that my little conversations book is now available and you are able to take a look inside my strange and warped mind, and the hope is that you gain some enjoyment from doing so.
If you are interested in receiving a signed copy of any of my books and live in the continental U.S., click HERE!
If you prefer ordering through Amazon, My Dog's P.O.V. is available HERE!
As always, my best to you and thank you once again for supporting my writing.
~h
Waiting to hear from readers on their perception(s) of the a work, no matter how large or small has a way of working on a writer's mind. "Will they like it? Will they hate it? Perhaps I should stop writing altogether! What if I just jumped from a really high building (nah, I'd probably live through the experience and still be forced to read their reviews)?
That said, I have always maintained that feedback, whether positive or negative, regarding my work is a gift of monumental proportions. Good reviews are wonderful, but I also try my best to take well scripted "negative" reviews or feedback, and use it to my benefit in future works. After all, isn't that how we learn and progress? We make mistakes then attempt to correct them, yes?
Reading is a very intimate affair between the author and the reader. The author offers up several glimpses of himself or herself in their work--no matter whether the book is fiction or nonfiction, there is an element of the writer's soul present in the words on the pages bound between the covers.
Conversely, the reader takes on the emotions conveyed by the writer, or at least that is the hope of the author. When you read, you are soul gazing (stolen with pride from the Ghost Rider) into the writer and assuming the character's personalities, ingesting the information being shared, and passing judgment on all of the above--not to mention the writer's style and conveyance of thought.
So, here I sit waiting as patiently as possible for you, the best readers in the world (no, I'm not trying to butter you up...not entirely anyway), to receive, read, and offer up reviews on my latest work. Yes, I'm reenergized and am plugging away at my next Bill Evers novel because action/adventure/general weirdness is my passion. But understand, I am happy and excited that my little conversations book is now available and you are able to take a look inside my strange and warped mind, and the hope is that you gain some enjoyment from doing so.
If you are interested in receiving a signed copy of any of my books and live in the continental U.S., click HERE!
If you prefer ordering through Amazon, My Dog's P.O.V. is available HERE!
As always, my best to you and thank you once again for supporting my writing.
~h
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
I'm As Excited as a Fat Kid in a Doughnut Shop!
Okay, okay, I could have been a little more sensitive to fatties (like me) when I titled this entry, but hey, when you are excited, you are just excited! In a world that seems, according to the Interwebs and nightly news, upside down, I take great pleasure when something revs my happy engine!
In a very short time--I don't want to predict a go-live date--my third book, and first compilation of short stories/conversations, will be released. Yes, I hope that it is ready by the end of July 2018 (that is the goal), but the reality of book publishing is predicated by Murphy and his ridiculous law.
When my first book was scheduled to be released, I made a big announcement before having to walk it back after a call from my publisher telling me there was a "snag." The snag turned into a month delay and caused me much embarrassment, especially with those who pre-ordered the novel. As with my second book, I will take pre-orders, but not until I am assured that everything has been green-lighted.
My newest title, My Dog's P.O.V. (and How He Sees the World) is a compilation of "talks" I have with my dog, Rex. It is true...I talk to my dog, but what pet owner doesn't? Is it possible to look at your pet and not speak to him or her? Perhaps the difference, though, is--via body language--I "hear" his responses. In my mind I hear Rex tell me to mow the lawn because the grass his slapping him in the face, or ask if he can drive when he hops in my lap while I am driving down the highway.
You may call me crazy for having these conversations, and you certainly would not be the first, but I prefer to think of myself as a Rex Whisperer, rather than "not quite right in the head." Ever since we first adopted the little turd, he and I have had a peculiar connection. I get him, and he gets me in a way that only humans and their animals can. No matter what, he is there to greet me, console me, or simply to talk when I need to talk.
My Dog's P.O.V. (and How He Sees the World) is a book of our discussions. Whatever pops into Rex's mind is discussed and hashed out, including his neutering and how he always blames me despite he was neutered prior to adopting us. His short term memory is not that great, it would appear, but nevertheless, he has a rather prophetic way of looking at life, the yard, and everything (tips hat to Douglas Adams).
I do hope you enjoy this newest release, as I am so very happy to bring it to you. The hours spent in front of a monitor and mapping out the conversations on my dry erase board have finally come to life, or at least they almost have. Every pet owner, most especially dog owners, will enjoy this read. Rex's wit, sarcasm, and world perspective is hilarious and thought provoking.
As we get closer to the release date, I will be sure to keep everyone updated!
In a very short time--I don't want to predict a go-live date--my third book, and first compilation of short stories/conversations, will be released. Yes, I hope that it is ready by the end of July 2018 (that is the goal), but the reality of book publishing is predicated by Murphy and his ridiculous law.
When my first book was scheduled to be released, I made a big announcement before having to walk it back after a call from my publisher telling me there was a "snag." The snag turned into a month delay and caused me much embarrassment, especially with those who pre-ordered the novel. As with my second book, I will take pre-orders, but not until I am assured that everything has been green-lighted.My newest title, My Dog's P.O.V. (and How He Sees the World) is a compilation of "talks" I have with my dog, Rex. It is true...I talk to my dog, but what pet owner doesn't? Is it possible to look at your pet and not speak to him or her? Perhaps the difference, though, is--via body language--I "hear" his responses. In my mind I hear Rex tell me to mow the lawn because the grass his slapping him in the face, or ask if he can drive when he hops in my lap while I am driving down the highway.
You may call me crazy for having these conversations, and you certainly would not be the first, but I prefer to think of myself as a Rex Whisperer, rather than "not quite right in the head." Ever since we first adopted the little turd, he and I have had a peculiar connection. I get him, and he gets me in a way that only humans and their animals can. No matter what, he is there to greet me, console me, or simply to talk when I need to talk.
My Dog's P.O.V. (and How He Sees the World) is a book of our discussions. Whatever pops into Rex's mind is discussed and hashed out, including his neutering and how he always blames me despite he was neutered prior to adopting us. His short term memory is not that great, it would appear, but nevertheless, he has a rather prophetic way of looking at life, the yard, and everything (tips hat to Douglas Adams).
I do hope you enjoy this newest release, as I am so very happy to bring it to you. The hours spent in front of a monitor and mapping out the conversations on my dry erase board have finally come to life, or at least they almost have. Every pet owner, most especially dog owners, will enjoy this read. Rex's wit, sarcasm, and world perspective is hilarious and thought provoking.
As we get closer to the release date, I will be sure to keep everyone updated!
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