In Hiding (One dog devotional from Happy Bones)
But now, O Jacob, listen to the Lord who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.” Isaiah 43:1
Boooom! Thunder clapped over the roof loud as a jet. Lightning crackled across the eaves, forewarning a heavy storm. Abigail’s big brown eyes went wide. Her floppy ears perked as she began to shudder and pant. She ran behind a chair then crawled under the bed, instinct taking over. She crept under the box spring just beyond my reach. She couldn’t be coaxed out so she remained there till morning.
When we woke, she emerged happy to greet the day, as if nothing strange had happened, as if no storm had occurred. She showed no signs of having been terrified the previous night.
How marvelous to let go of fear so readily, I thought. I wished humans could do the same. I wished all people believed in the Lord and could trust in Him to bring them through their fears.
We had rescued Abigail from a local shelter, so her history was unknown.
When we had first brought her home, we observed her for any signs of legacies. As we expected, she was initially cautious. Beyond that, we quickly learned she had a particular sensitivity to loud noises, a trait shared by Boxers.
Two years and many thunderstorms later, she has come to trust us. Instead of under the bed, she runs to us to sit on our laps when thunder, fireworks or other loud noises startle her. She seeks comfort and protection from us now instead of seeking to hide.
Oh, she still shudders and leans into us, but she responds… Continue reading
It seems fitting that this review of Top Dog (Lucca’s story) coordinate with Veteran’s Day. After all, Lucca and her handlers, Willingham and Rodriguez, are heroes worth honoring.
I first learned of NY Times bestselling author Maria Goodavage because of my love for dogs (as she used to run Dogster.com). We chatted a few times by email. Not only had I written a dog-themed devotional and a series of dog rescue stories, but I was working on a novel whose protagonist was a former Marine turned single mom who was beginning a contract military working dog and police dog training business.
Goodavage’s first book, Soldier Dogs, was a must read for me and not only did I find it riveting, it also solidified some of my research and knowledge about military working dogs. So, when she announced the release of Top Dog, I knew I had to read it, too. And I’m so glad I did.
Top Dog is the story of Lucca, a four-legged warrior.
Lucca is a German shepherd-Belgian Malinois mix who is partnered with Marine Staff Sergeant Chris Willingham. Their attachment goes soul-deep from training to the trenches. The two are inseparable and work in tandem amid the dangers of battle, trying with all their resources to save lives and knowing not every effort will have a successful outcome.
Goodavage’s writing connects us immediately with Willingham and Lucca. We feel the camaraderie between them. It beats like one heart as the two move through one adventure after another during two deployments. When Goodavage takes us into combat with them, the inherent danger and tension are tooth-grinding. Thankfully, she intersperses the reality of battle with brief respites… Continue reading
Jeter, Service Dog: The Paw Print Farewell is shared by Mark Levengood, a sight-impaired acquaintance.
Mark recently said farewell to Jeter, his special and beloved friend. Below is his heartfelt tribute.
Dear Family, Friends, and Colleagues:
Sadly, I said good-bye to my Seeing Eye service dog, Jeter, yesterday afternoon. As many of you know, he was diagnosed with lymphoma on July 7, and tragically, he lost his battle last evening.
We recently had him to the vet, who informed us that most dogs would not have made it this far past their diagnosis. He went downhill rather fast through the weekend, having not eaten since Friday morning. Additionally, as the weekend progressed, his interest in water decreased. Due to his lack of food and water, he grew rather weak. At the end, his breathing was labored, and we knew it was time.
I asked my girlfriend, Kati, if she would go with us on one last walk.
We have a small development just down the road, and Jeter always loved walking through it. Kati and I walked to the road, at which point I planned to turn around, but Jeter pulled me right into the development. We only went part way through before turning around, but he definitely enjoyed himself and pulled hard on his leash all the way. When the three of us came home, he lay down on the kitchen floor and never moved from that spot.
I am glad that we took that last walk, but it definitely took all energy he had left. Dad later told me that if he had not seen Jeter’s chest rising and falling, he would have thought he died right there. Mom acknowledged she too thought he had… Continue reading
Humility rained down on me over the weekend. I was honored to exhibit and participate in the juried Art at the Arboretum Show in Wilmington, NC from Friday, October 3-5 and what an experience it was. Not only did I meet several other participating artists (who taught me a great deal just in conversation), but I also got to hear public feedback on my work while my pieces, style and name received local exposure.
Naturally, the news media covered the event and Mayor Bill Saffo attended and spoke. The weather cooperated and attendance overflowed the parking lot and filled the length of a side street.
I was fortunate enough to sell two smaller original colored pencil drawings.
All sales benefit the arboretum and though I am uncertain how much was earned, I know I personally placed some sold signs on the hanging partitions.
As a result of this experience and meeting so many supportive, interesting and knowledgeable folks, I joined the Wilmington Art Association. I know I have a lot to learn since I haven’t truly done art work seriously since the late 60’s when I participated in an honors show with drawings and other media work.
Yes, that is a few years ago, but like riding a bike, once you have picked it up again, it starts to move forward again. I don’t know where it will lead, but I’m having a blast. I even handed out business cards to some attendees who might request commissioned pet portraits.
In fact, you can see some of the items exhibited by peeking at the gallery page on my site.
I’d love to… Continue reading
A dog taste story from Happy Bones, a Dog-themed devotional
By Becky Jacoby
Keep watch and pray so that you will give into temptation. For the spirit is willing, but the body is weak. Matthew 26:41
Mom hated to cook, especially hated to bake.
Yet, one Saturday in summer, I found her in our sweltering kitchen, beads of sweat on her forehead, frosting an orange chiffon cake with élan for her best friend’s 40th birthday.
Her plan involved dinner out then would conclude with coffee at our home with this spectacular dessert. I watched her simultaneously fret about and look forward to the event for weeks.
The sweet aroma of orange wafted through the house. Even the dog seemed enticed by it.
“Put the cake on the kitchen table to finish cooling then feed Pierre,” she directed. Pierre, our miniature black poodle, lay in his usual spot under the table trying to stay cool on the linoleum. His nose worked back and forth taking in the smell. Pierre always had a good appetite, particularly for sweets and treats.
I did as Mom asked.
“Did you let him out?” She queried habitually as she grabbed her keys.
“Yes, he’s been out and has come in again. Should he go downstairs?” The dog was often directed to the basement family room when we planned to be away from the house for more than an hour or so.
“No, need. He’ll be okay, don’t you think?”
I raised my eyebrows but Mom didn’t see. Nor did she hear my answer.
Pierre looked a bit too inquisitive as I pulled the door closed behind us. One of those feelings niggled at me, but once in the car, Mom got to talking and I quickly forgot… Continue reading
Please welcome Author/ novelist, Gina Holmes. Gina is the founder of popular literary site, novelrocket.com. She is a two-time Christy and ECPA Book of the Year finalist and winner of the INSPY, Inspirational Reader’s Choice, and Carol Award. Her books regularly appear on Christian bestseller lists.
Q. Gina, tell us a little bit about your newest release, Driftwood Tides.
A. Driftwood Tides tells the story of an aging, alcoholic driftwood artist turned beach bum, Holton Creary, and young Libby Slater. Libby grew up with an absent father and a loving but cold, socialite mother. Leading up to her wedding, Libby and her groom-to-be go through genetic testing and she learns her blood type doesn’t match either of her parents. She confronts her mother and is reluctantly told that she’s adopted. She goes searching for her mother, Adele, only to find her husband, Holton Creary lying face down on the carpet of his Nags Head beach shack.
She lies about her real identity until she is finally found out. Holton does not welcome the news. He never knew the wife he had given saint status too had given up a daughter for adoption. Together the two search to find the truth about Adele, Libby’s father and themselves.
Q. What do you hope readers will take away from this book?
A. At its heart, Driftwood Tides is really about discovering who we are, whose we are, where we belong and the need to accept and bestow forgiveness.
Q. Why did you set the novel in Nags Head?
A. Oh, how I love that place! I’m not sure there’s a more peaceful setting in all the world. And the further out I get from civilization, the happier I am. I love the sand… Continue reading
For I have given rest to the weary and joy to the sorrowing. Jeremiah 31:25
Water flowed down the stacked stones. The Boston terrier stomped his front legs in the largest pool, splashed his face, ducked his head under a higher trickle then rolled and twisted on the shaded grass.
Side-to-side, he wriggled and romped with glee then repeated the process several times. He surely was in no hurry to leave. Who could blame him?
The temperature had reached almost 100 degrees in the shade.
Dogs get overheated easier than people. In fact, they can die from heat exhaustion. The little dog must have found the fountain wonderfully refreshing.
Lehigh and Abigail, our two rescues, barked to join in the game. Why couldn’t they have fun, too? Friendly as they were, they were also twice the terrier’s size. So, we kept them inside.
“So, what are we to do about this little fellow who seems content to stay the afternoon?” I recognized the dog as Buster. I knew he belonged to our neighbor, Lynn, three blocks away. I wondered why he had traveled to our home. Weren’t closer neighbors just as interesting?
Phoning Lynn connected me to an answering machine. Was she searching for her dog? “I’ll leash him and walk him home.”
Bob agreed it would be prudent to act with dispatch. If either of our dogs were lost, we’d be frantic.
I walked toward the fountain. When Buster spotted me—a total stranger—he ran and leaped into my arms. Squirmy, agile and delirious, he just as quickly jumped down and dashed back to the fountain as if to say, “Look what I found! Come… Continue reading
Rooms is not James Rubart’s first book, but it is the first one I’ve had the privilege of reading as it filtered to the top of my knee-high stack.
Moreover, having met Jim at a writer’s conference then having interviewed him on my blog last year, I had some insights into this man whose passion flows across the pages of his novels. (You can check out Jim’s website and learn more about him and his best-selling books, too.)
As a former graphic designer, I found the cover of Rooms compellingly beautiful in concept and execution. It certainly conveyed the mood of the contents inside. Further, the inside was just as thoughtfully designed as the cover. The font and leading made it easy so the eyes didn’t tire–urging me to keep reading. The tag line reached right out and grabbed me by the chin.“What would you find if you walked into the rooms of your soul?” Who could resist wanting to read that story?
Rooms flows easily and logically from chapter to chapter
For me, Jim’s book was a lively read because the prose flowed with smart character development and interesting story structure.
In fact, at times I felt as if Jim were sitting in my living room telling me this personally—that is how strong and individual his writing voice is. His vibrant personality spills out of Micah, the protagonist, like water over a ledge. While I didn’t feel that Micah’s story was necessarily Jim’s allegory, I did surmise that he seeded some re-invented personal experiences here and there, done with appropriateness and intelligence.
That’s okay. The pepper adds flavor. There are some really neat turns of phrase to be appreciated. Not the average renderings.
But the story is truly Micah’s: his personal,… Continue reading
We talked with suspense author Harry Wegley last year about Hide and Seek his first fiction work (Harbourlight Books, Pelican Book Group), in the Pure Genius series on cyber-terrorists. Today, we’re learning more about the series and discussing the sequels, book two, On the Pineapple Express, and book three, Moon Over Maalaea Bay.
Q. Harry, book two deals with a very difficult subject, human trafficking. Would you share what led you to choose this subject?
A. Book 2, On the Pineapple Express, was drafted in 2010. At that time, there were few Christian novels dealing with the trafficking of children in America. But child trafficking was already rampant in our society.
Four years later, we are seeing more stories and more awareness of this danger to our kids. Besides wanting to expose this evil and the danger it presents, I wanted to write a story showing how God-given courage and strength prevail over any obstacle or danger, no matter how large or frightening. If God calls you to a task, He will enable you do accomplish it. Having my heroine take on organized crime—human traffickers—with hardly more than her wits, gave me the backdrop needed for this illustration.
Q. Things have develop further in the relationship between Lee and Jennifer. Are wedding bells ringing for them?
A. Lee and Jennifer were tailor made for each other. I know because I crafted them.
At the end of book 1, Hide and Seek, they knew what direction their relationship was headed, and at the beginning of book 2, 7 ½ months later, they’re wondering why they’ve waited so long to marry. Since the back cover blurb for book 3 has them leaving on a Maui honeymoon,… Continue reading
But you, O Lord, are a God of compassion and mercy, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love and faithfulness. Psalm 86:15
I experienced a moment of pure insanity.
I never planned to adopt a dog. For good reasons. My son is allergic to most. Besides, I had finally organized my days now that my kids are older. But when my daughter brought home a puppy, cuteness gave way to reason, and Jack entered our lives.
That’s when my serenity became chaos and my days fell to disorder once more. I felt thrown back into time when my children were babies. Early morning waking, potty training, the terrible twos, unscheduled demands.
Oh, to endure when difficult “Jack Attack” moments occur, when nothing will stop him from growling and biting my shoe strings as I try to walk, to forgive those gifts of large puddles strung a mile through the kitchen, to lovingly teach what is okay to chew and what isn’t.
When exasperating mistakes happen, I have to remind myself that he will not always be this way. He is a pup. He is learning. Growing. I need to be patient and compassionate, not angry.
Despite the hardships, Jack is growing on me.
With each day of improvement, growth and, sometimes even regression, I am falling in love.
I wonder if this is how God feels about us as we grow in Christ?
Does He get frustrated with our slow learning? Do our repetitive prayers and complaints nip at His feet and make it almost impossible for Him to walk with us? Do our insecurities and selfish habits leave a mess in our wake that He cleans up? When we “chew” on things that could harm us, how rebellious are we when he… Continue reading