Archive | September 2016

Snug as a Pug

13925300_1146083915449592_1487328829228610001_nAnybody who knows me knows I am pug mad. Yup, it’s true. Can’t get enough of those squishy little faces and velvet ears. I wasn’t always this way. Up until 4 years ago when Bentley came into our lives, I was set against them. Couldn’t fathom why anybody would want a snoutless dog that looked like…I can’t even finish the sentence and now feel guilty for having had those dastardly thoughts. My little guy has crawled inside my heart and I’m completely smitten. My hubby’s the same. If we go out and have to leave him behind, our conversation naturally gravitates to Bentley as if he’s our child. Which, of course, he is (just a hairier version of our two-legged one). That’s why it was so traumatic when he developed a growth recently that led to him having to undergo surgery. Poor little thing was in excruciating pain in the days leading up to the op, to the extent that he would cower in a corner and shiver, not even able to stand. If he moved too much he’d inevitably hurt himself all over again and would scream and scream and scream. I’d never known a dog could actually scream until I heard it for myself. Leaving him at the doggie hospital was heart-wrenching, but we knew he was in good hands and he’d finally get treated. As it turns out, he had some sort of “second kneecap” (or osteophyte if you want to be technical) that had grown onto the joint. Even the surgeon said he’d never seen anything quite like it before.

Three days later we finally brought him home! We’d been given strict instructions about post-op care which included keeping him confined to a small area akin to a toddler’s playpen…for up to four months. FOUR MONTHS. I don’t think they knew the naughty rascal they were dealing with. The moment he left the confines of the hospital our little guy’s feistiness was back. While we were desperately trying to treat him with great care and would delicately pick him up when he wanted to jump onto something…he was one step ahead and would LEAP like a graceful gazelle (okay, not so graceful) onto and off of couches, beds, tables and every other high surface. He’d gone from a helpless, quivering puppy heap to a raging ball of energy. (*sigh*)

Weeks of unbridled agony were forgotten. Post-operative care meant nothing. Twelve thousand rand in x-rays, medication, and surgery didn’t matter. Needless to say he quickly developed a massive BULGE directly over the suture site. Heaven to Betsy, were we worried. It looked like we’d stuffed an orange inside there! The vet was quick to remind us about the importance of “bed rest” (yeah, right) and essentially blamed us for the setback. (Apparently the bulge is called a seroma, in case you’re interested.) They had to keep him overnight – another night away from our baby! When we fetched him the next day they’d drained the fluid and wrapped a compression bandage around the leg, hoping that would prevent it from swelling again.

Today is six weeks since the op. The swelling is back, although not nearly as severely. Sure, sure, we’ll do our best to keep him “contained” but Bentley is Bentley and there’s not much we can do about it (or want to)!

Folks who say pugs are docile creatures that can’t handle even a ten minute walk without collapsing into a breathless heap, have not met Bentley. Just sayin’.


I know what you’re thinking, and you’d be right. I’ve been MIA for way too long. Without meaning to make excuses, the past few months have been like a whirlwind. Besides having my mother-in-law come to live with us, my trusty assistant had a stroke in May and I was forced to pick up the pieces and keep things flowing seamlessly, while at the same time had to train up a temp assistant during our busy period. Oh, and while all this was happening my little pug developed a growth on his hind leg and had to go for surgery. (In case you don’t know yet, my puggie is my second son, so the whole Bentley saga was devastating for hubby and myself. I’ll reserve the details for a future post.)

So anyway (*…taking a deep breath…*), having said that, the GOOD NEWS is that my latest book, Dream Snatcher, has just been released! EXCITING TIMES!!! Book launches have a way of drawing you back to where you belong – getting into the swing of updating blogs and spreading the news to my faithful readers and friends.

Dream Snatcher is the first book in a family saga trilogy.

I’m so excited to share this book with you! Enjoy…



Just when Dana thinks she has found true love, her mother drops a bombshell that turns her world upside down. Now she must find a way to quench a love that was never supposed to happen.

After twenty-five years, Lorraine finds her missing son—just not in the way she’d expected—and is forced to reveal the plethora of family secrets that has remained hidden for decades.

Dana delves into her grandfather’s past to uncover the story of this one man’s destructive lifestyle, and how it ultimately led to the unraveling of the entire family line. At the same time, she must piece together the mystery surrounding herself and her brother—two siblings deliberately kept apart so they would never find each other.

With three generations of women affected, will Dana get to meet the man responsible and solve the mystery?