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Another story from my stupid dog.
Good morning, dog fans. It is I, Danny the Dog, back to make your humdrum lives bearable with one of my astounding stories. However, I have no larger than life adventure for you this time. All I have to relay is the rather prosaic goings-on between my human and myself.
As most of you should know by now, my human’s name is Andrew and he can be a pawful. He takes a lot of looking after and a lot of training. And his preaching! It never ends. So (as they say) without further ado, here is today’s narrative.
Those of you who have been following my exploits for some time now will know of my affinity for hot dogs. Yummy! And as you should also know—if you were paying attention—is that Andrew gave me a hot dog every morning after I had taken him for his…
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Hello, and good day! Welcome to my tea party! Much like the weekend coffee sharing event from Part-Time Monster, my monthly tea party is where I want to catch up with friends, old and new! This is also a way for me to introduce you to some great new blogs and people that I have virtually met along the way! In addition, I want to share my great love of tea, and all things TEA!
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day I am holding our tea party today to celebrate this March holiday. Come on in and have a seat! I have green tea and Irish tea today with Irish tea cake!
Image credit: Allrecipes.com (Click the link to find the Irish Tea Cake recipe)
You see, I was lucky enough to be named “Colleen,” which means “girl” in Ireland. I have only known two other “Colleen’s”…
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It is 1896 in the Yukon Territory, Canada. The largest gold strike in the annals of human history has just been made; however, word of the discovery will not reach the outside world for another year.
By happenstance, a fifty-nine-year-old Huck Finn and his lady friend, Molly Lee, are on hand, but they are not interested in gold. They have come to that neck of the woods seeking adventure.
Someone should have told them, “Be careful what you wish for.”
When disaster strikes, they volunteer to save the day by making an arduous six hundred mile journey by dog sled in the depths of a Yukon winter. They race against time, nature, and man. With the temperature hovering around seventy degrees below zero, they must fight every day if they are to live to see the next.
On the frozen trail, they are put upon by murderers, hungry wolves, and hostile Indians, but those adversaries have nothing over the weather. At seventy below, your spit freezes a foot from your face. Your cheeks burn, your skin turns purple and black as it dies from the cold. You are in constant danger of losing fingers and toes to frostbite.
It is into this world that Huck and Molly race.
They cannot stop. They cannot turn back. They can only go on. Lives hang in the balance—including theirs.
I’d like to talk to my legions of fans out there, but, alas, I cannot. I’m here today as a salesdog.
To paraphrase some guy that used to write plays a long time ago:
Friends, Romans, Ape Fans, lend me your ears; I come to shill for Andrew, not to praise him.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I come so that thou might buy my human’s book.
Averaging 4.8 stars, so some people must think it’s readable.
It’s reduced from $3.99 to $2.99 for a limited time, only on Amazon.
And for members of Prime and Kindle Unlimited, it’s free!
Thank you for your time.
Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good-bye till it be the time for my next Danny the Dog tale. (Once you get this Shakespeare guy in your blood, it’s hard to let go!)
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