Let’s talk about dogs. I can’t get enough of my little guy, Punch. He’s a rowdy Shiba Inu, black & tan, and a total runt. But he doesn’t seem to notice—likes to play rough with the big dogs, which I love about him.
I’m going somewhere with this, I promise!
Punch and I see a lot of the same canines when we hit the park. He sniffs a lot of familiar butts, and, by extension, I see a lot of familiar humans. So, last week, this sweet couple comes over, grey whippet puppy yanking at the leash, and the girlfriend, she says, unabashedly, “Hey! We were doing a bit of online stalking and stumbled across your memoir. You wrote a memoir! We totally pre-purchased a copy…” And I’m thinking, Holy crap, you’re probably the first people ever to order Disarmed. And then I realize, Double holy crap. I’m an author. No turning back.
