We got a new
rescue dog in July of this year, and she's really adorable. She loves her new
forever home and we have fallen in love with her. Her name was Dancer, and we
decided to keep that, since she responded to it.
My son Kelly and I meeting Dancer
Dancer is around
two years old, a guess, since she was found homeless. She still has separation
anxiety, but I think she's learning to trust that we will always come back. Of
course, whenever possible, she goes with us, and she enjoys that a lot. All I
have to do is pick up the leash, and she's ready for a walk or a ride. Her
favorite place in the car is on my husband's lap, so she can see out the
windows easily.
I've been taking
her to my critique meetings, and everyone else treats her special, also.
Besides our meetings, I take her whenever I go over to see Angela, my cover
goddess, friend and SRT co-leader. We always go to Angela's annual Halloween
party, and this year, she extended a personal invitation to Dancer. Since her
theme was the Adams Family, she suggested Dancer might like to come as a lion.
So I found her a costume at Walmart.
Dancer Halloween 2015
Now, I know for
a fact that animals see ghosts, and I'd noticed Dancer staring off and
following things around my house with her eyes. However, there was no doubt that
Angela's ghost Alan was at the Halloween party, and he was interested in
playing with Dancer.
I had Dancer on
my lap at one point and felt Alan behind me. She started looking over one of my
shoulders, then shifting to look over the other shoulder. She did this several
times, and I was laughing because I knew Alan was teasing her. Just to be sure,
I turned around and looked behind me. There was no one there; everyone was out
in front of me, handing out candy to the little trick-or-treaters and visiting
with each other. I looked over at Angela and saw she was watching Dancer, also.
"Alan's
back there playing with her," I told Angela as Dancer continued to shift
back and forth on my lap and peer over one shoulder, then the other.
"Yep,"
she said, confirming what I'd felt.
It was such a
fun feeling that I decided to memorialize it in my blog. I was also thinking
that Alan seems to be maturing as a ghost. Ghosts do that, just as we do in our
lives. I've "known" Alan for several years now, and yes, Angela, Aunt
Belle and I have had to discipline him a time or two. He pretty much behaves
now, and I like the animal-loving trait in him.
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We volunteered
this past weekend at George Jones' ComicCon in Tyler, Texas. It was a nasty,
rainy weekend, but we persevered. The highlight of my two days was meeting John
Schneider, who was of course Luke in Dukes of Hazard. My husband was so
embarrassed. He didn't recognize John at first, and since he was posted at the
door to check armbands and keep unpaid people out, he nearly refused John
entrance. Luckily, he realized who he was first, and I was able to get my
picture with him.
Trana and John Schneider
As to the
writing, a lot of you probably already got the newsletter about Silent Prey finally being published! And
of course, I mentioned it last week. Now I have a lot of the buy links, so I'll
post them for y'all.
Buy Links:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/588960
I'm enjoying our
fall weather, except for the rain. I know we need it, but I wish it wouldn't
rain on the weekends. Oh, well, we're now heading into my second favorite
season: shopping! Yeah, I've already started Christmas shopping.
Mostly, I'm
waiting for Aunt Belle to show up this coming Wednesday. We're taking a
girls-only weekend, so if the blog is late, that will be why. Hopefully, we'll
see some ghosts, since natch, we're staying at a haunted b&b. I've also got
a new ghost here, one I had to call Aunt Belle about last night. I'll report on
that, if he talks to her, which is what he said he was here for.
Take care, stay
safe.
Boo!
T. M.
That is one very cute pup. Congrats on meeting John. Anyone who loves animals is OK in my book...including ghosts :)
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