So, we’ll borrow photos from the internet. Thanks to Nichole, I have upgraded to Internet Explorer v.8, which didn’t help that problem, but things look brighter and happier on my desktop, so… Nic also found a linkymadoo that allowed me to email someone who MIGHT care at Flickr, so here’s to a prompt response and resolution to this nine day old problem.
Part of the reason there wasn’t as much knitting or spinning over the weekend is because Gmarie has tricked me into reading again. Clearly, we can all see that the image is courtesy of Amazon, but they are my online book vendor of choice…
Before I get lost talking about this book, author and series, I do want to plug a concept I embraced long before I knew about blogs, Buy Books for the Holidays. I’ve always enjoyed giving and receiving books as gifts. My closest cousin – in both senses… we’re not even six months apart in age, and she’d be a dear friend even if there was no common genetic material – and my childhood best friend both sometimes stretch me a bit with their book gifts, but some of my long-term favorite reads have come from their favorites.
Anyway, just keep sharing literature in mind, especially if you send me pressies. I have let reading slide for a few years while I knitted manically, and I think it’s time to recalibrate, so I plan on cruising through the Melanie Travis Mysteries and all of the other books that have piled up in the last three years!
About that book… It’s the first in a long series of books about the heroine, Melanie Travis, whom we watch become an amatuer detective in Pedigree. You can read the teaser at the link, but my quick, no-spoiler summary would say that Melanie’s aunt and uncle are breeder/handlers in the dog show world, and Melanie gets sucked in, trying to sort our her uncle’s death all while looking for a missing poodle.
Now. This pulled me right in for a host of reasons. Even if this is your first time visiting my blog, a quick scroll backwards will tell you that I’m more than a little taken with dogs. What even most of my best bloggy friends don’t know – heck, add my real life friends to that too – is that as a teen, I was a junior handler who lived with an aunt (great aunt, if you must know) not unlike Aunt Peg.
It’s no coincidence that this post comes while Flickr and this desktop aren’t “speaking.” Even if I had scanned photos from that era of my life, I’m not sure how freely I’d share them. It was a rather special, sacred time. I was the very proud owner of the most remarkable black lab pup EVER, and our mutual admiration carried us right through all kinds of puppy conformation show rings.
My parents took tongue lashings when my pet was spayed, thus ending our conformation career, but that’s when my beloved aunt stepped in. Let’s call her Aunt Nancy, shall we? Aunt Nancy had cleaned up in breed classes, and had moved almost exclusively into obedience trials when that poor old maid suddenly came to share her home with of all things, an active teenage girl and her big dog.
Before I get lost in a biographical rambling, I’ll note that MJ also was a sheltie breeder when the Knight was growing up, so dog show rings aren’t unfamiliar grounds for him either.
These books aren’t the biographies I have reached for in the past, but Ms. Berenson’s characters are people I can care about, which makes it hard to put the books down. #2 in the series is already half gone, and I suspect I’ll continue to march on through the rest of the series. I won’t review each one here, but if you like the idea of reading about people whose lives revolve around dogs, give them a try!
What are you reading right now?