A ring at the doorbell

I miss having a dog when the doorbell rings. No sharp claws digging into my feet. No loud barks ensuring that no one can speak. No warm furry creature demanding, if I open the box, I must surely give treats. But this box had a treat inside for me. My first print copy of Hero's Best Friend. It's big. It's beautiful. And I can't wait to curl up and read it.

I miss having a dog when there's no one to curl up beside me while I read.

I miss having a dog.

But the star of my story, Passage, in Hero's Best Friend, is a cat---well, most of the time. If this wily cat aimed for a dog, it surely wouldn't miss.

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