Her First Post – But Probably Not Her Last

Hi, I’m Mrs. Publicist’s pushy mom, taking over today. And I’m not at all apologetic about being pushy or being her mom, although I really wish she’d do something about her … well, never mind. For now. Here’s a recent Amazon review of Of Mutts And Men, the latest Chet and Bernie novel. I myself read the series in any old order. My favorite character? Bernie’s mom. It’s not even close.

“Dog lovers delight. Chet is a heck of a dog and writer. I never tire of his viewpoint.”


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12 Responses to “Her First Post – But Probably Not Her Last”

  1. B. Stover
    10:13 am on February 17th, 2021

    I agree with the Amazon review.

    Good day to all.

  2. Wose-The Small and Meek
    11:16 am on February 17th, 2021


    I am laughing at Mrs. Publicist’s pushy mom’s post!

    The calm before the storm in this neck of the woods.

    Create a good day!

  3. Thieves!
    11:44 am on February 17th, 2021

    Yeep! We found out the hard way that kats are involved when puppy piling Boo’s maw. If only someone has warned us.

  4. Staff
    12:06 pm on February 17th, 2021

    Keiko says she is willing to pile on. But first she needs a nap.

  5. Wose-The Small and Meek
    2:48 pm on February 17th, 2021

    What an adorable picture, Keiko! BTW, beautiful quilt.

  6. BooBear
    7:49 pm on February 17th, 2021

    Staff! Now that the quilt room is above the new garage (I think) how do Henry and Keiko still get to visit?

  7. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:01 pm on February 17th, 2021

    Publists Mom!…She’s pretty funny but I never laugh out loud…snort!

    Boo!…Are youse any warmer today?…wheeze!

  8. Staff
    11:05 pm on February 17th, 2021

    Hey Boo!
    The garage is not heated, just insulated. And since the temps here are a little colder than your amazingly low temps we do not quilt there in the winter. We do have a small cute heater in it but when the real temp is in the minus 20’s and the wind chill is in the minus 40 range we stay in the original quilt room.
    So Keiko and Henry have a lovely time in the first sewing room.
    Sitting on something we need to sew on is their favorite thing.

  9. Staff
    11:07 pm on February 17th, 2021

    Mr Fireslippers has a brother in Houston with no water and as of today no lights!

  10. Hobbit
    11:33 pm on February 17th, 2021

    Thieves: you did a good deed and Beau should massively reward you for being around kats. That was above and beyond.

    Staff: Fresh, laundered materials are the best but unfinished materials with batting are also very nice. Hard to choose but either one will do.

    Mrs. Publicist’s Pushy Mom: I have a feeling that Bernie’s mom is in the next book. I’ve ordered the next two and will order more once you say the word.

  11. Thieves!
    3:15 am on February 18th, 2021

    We were rummaging about our Lady’s belongings tonight and came across something. Not mission notes, but a log of sorts titled: Name, Rank, Serial Number. If our Lady asks, we have an alibi during the time in question when we were doing questionable things.

    The pug paced back and forth. His thoughts were heavy and his tail was tight. The decision was not clear to him yet. Pros! Cons! Snort! “Wookie, if you were in my collar what would you do?”

    The golden did not answer immediately. Decisions like this are delicate and must be treated as such. Make the wrong choice and the consequences could be dire, but it was difficult to know the lesser of the two evils. The thought of evil made him think of the pug that stood before him. Rising to the level commander despite being an evil pug made Wookie proud of his friend. His lip caught on his teeth as he smiled.


    Wookie freed his lip with a lick and a yawn, and then answered, “His circumstances are compromising at best. We don’t know this guy or who he might be working for, but he denies everything.”

    “Denying everything got me where I am today. Snort!” The tension that had engulfed them was cracked enough to let in some new ideas.

    “True. You are world class, there is no doubt.”
    “Where is he now?”

    “The Newfs have him.” Wookie continued his response to Rio’s earlier query, “I have the sense that he was set up. By who, I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the MGs are behind it. Our intel shows that they’ve been in his area lately.” Goats! Snort! Wookie finished, “My gut tells me we have an opportunity to mold an amazing agent. I’d be willing to take him under my paw. But, the decision is yours.”

    “I think siber doggy is kind of cute. I vould be villing to take him into my paws, too.”

    “Natasha, keep your hormones to yourself!” Wheeze! Gasp!

    “Siber doggy is from Natasha’s homeland, no. This means siber dog is good dog. Vorld’s most nefarious spy has gut feeling of own.”

    Rio stretched, bending this front legs low and keeping his curly tail high in the air, pug height not being very high at all. He snorted. He sneezed. He wheezed. He burped. He farted. He decided. “I have a gut feeling, too.”

    “Is no secret, gut has feeling vith all the passing of gas and vurping.”Rio burped on cue.

    “Wookie, I think you are right. I think he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. We’ll take the chance. He will be under your charge.”


    “Try to keep Natasha away from him.”
    “Natasha is offended pug thinks she should stay avay from siber doggy.” She turned her head and rested her chin on her shoulder to show her hurt. Rio had learned to ignore her dramatics. Natasha was a great agent, but the relationship was a delicate balance of toughness, the ability to ignore and stroke her ego enough to keep her on their side.

    “Let’s go see him.”

    Nine newfs stood strong shoulder to strong shoulder in a semi-circle barricading the husky against the wall. Each of the nine tails wagged, none of them in unison. The captive did not see the wagging tails, did not know the true nature of the Newfs. He did not move. The Newf Pack were the gentlest of giants, and a good combination of brawn and brain.

    “Aside! Step aside,” Rio gruffled. Barely to the elbow of Mac and Franklin, Rio passed in between the two and approached the husky. “Name?”

    The husky had answered this question several times already, but did not hesitate or mind answering again. Anything to get the Newfs to take a few steps back. “Caleb.”


    “Er, rank?” The husky did not understand. Wookie softly encouraged from behind the pug, “He means what breed are you?”

    “Oh, yeah. I’m a Siberian Husky.”

    Make! Model! “Pure bred?”


    “Serial number?”

    Caleb was at a loss for the second time in almost as many seconds. He knew his mom never gave out her credit card number to anyone. He only used when shopping online for chew toy sand even then had the good sense to eat the evidence before anyone including his mom could see the bill.

    Wookie aided the husky again, “He wants the number on your rabies tag.”

    “Got it.” He lifted his neck to uncover the tag hidden by fur.

    Rio took note and turned to Mattie, a member of the Newf Pack, “Run it.”

    Caleb knew his record was not clean. There was that one incident. It had been isolated, but that didn’t mean his past would not follow him. Caleb did not know whether to wag or not at the memory. Had he had fun? Yes. Had he made his mom worry? Yes, and for that he felt awful. It happened when he was young, but still the rules were broken. She was stickler for rules, but after a bit of training each other they finally found a balance. He waited.
    Rio had wanted to upgrade the software at mission control, but he had a budget to follow. He would have to cut back on hot wings and beer if he wanted the new software. Sometimes, leaders have to make tough choices. Snort!

    Technology being what it is, they did not have to wait for long. Mattie returned with orange sauce on her whiskers, “All good.”

    Tell-tail! “The wings or his record?”

    “Both,” she licked her lips, cleaning her whiskers of the evidence. “His vaccinations are up to date. His only major infraction involved being off leash when he was a yearling. It only happened once. ”Caleb’s front paws tip-tapped in front of him with the stress. This did not look good for him and he knew it. Mattie continued, “The other infractions are minor. Pup stuff. The most notable involved a chicken his mother had set aside for dinner. We all would have done it if we were in the same situation.”

    Rio snorted. “Leash laws, they will get you every time.” Caleb’s front paws danced again. “Rules! They are meant to be followed. And, broken.” Caleb’s tail gave a slight wag.

    “Siber husky, pay no attention to little pug. Is not allowed to leave his vackyard vithout his Friend.” Caleb looked in the direction of the female sauntering through the break in the Newf shield between Mac and Franklin. Following the same pacing path of Rio, she passed in front of the husky and brushed her tail under Caleb’s nose. “You should know, Natasha is allowed to leave yard anytime she vants.” Caleb’s front paws resumed the two-tap dance.

  12. mlaiuppa
    3:39 am on February 21st, 2021

    So far I think my favorite scene in Heart of Barkness is when Chet grabs Bernie by the pant leg to prevent him from entering the hospital.

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