Archive for November, 2011

Friend of the Month Advisory


November 30th, 2011 Posted 8:59 am

“Thirty days hath … ” Admin says. “Hey! It’s that time!”

“Just about,” says Spence. “Today’s the last day of eligibility for December’s Friend of the Month. Winner gets to bask in the spotlight where Shadow is now for the whole month, and the winner’s human companion receives a signed copy of the latest Chet and Bernie mystery, meaning The Dog Who Knew Too Much. And all you have to do – “

” – is upload a photo in the Friends of Chet gallery. For example, today we welcome Murdock and the 3 Pugitos.”

“It’s easy! And what’s hath about anyway?”


Staff Shows Us A Video


November 29th, 2011 Posted 8:56 am

Welcome Cassie.


NYT Mag Cover Story


November 28th, 2011 Posted 8:33 am

“Did you see the New York Times Magazine cover story yesterday?” Admin says. “The late Uga VII is in it.”

“Can The Bulldog Be Saved?, by Benoit Denizet-Lewis?” says Spence. “Yup, I read it.”


“It raises really important issues about dogs and us. I’m wondering if any of our blog readers saw it and have some thoughts.”

Welcome Beau the General, Jim, Roxy.


Sneak Peek: Robbie Forester And The Outlaws Of Sherwood Street


November 27th, 2011 Posted 8:42 am

“Wow,” I said. Totally inadequate, but I couldn’t think of anything better. I glanced over at Ashanti. There were tears in her eyes. We still held hands, but our arms weren’t spread as though we were gliding, because we weren’t gliding on a breeze or making any other kind of effort. We were just up there, period. I was excited, thrilled, full of joy, but strangely calm at the same time, my heart beating only a little faster than normal, and even that might have been a leftover from running in that alley and being so scared. Maybe that was the most amazing part of how I felt now: I wasn’t scared the least bit. The truth was I felt more confident than all the times I’d felt confident in my whole life rolled into one and multiplied by zillions.

“Let’s go higher,” I said.

“How?” said Ashanti.

“I don’t know,” I said, withdrawing my hand from hers in order to make one of those palms-up I-don’t-know gestures. Big mistake.


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