Posts Tagged ‘It’s A Wonderful Woof’

Friend of the Month Reminder


February 28th, 2022 Posted 7:03 am

Last day of the month already? Time marches on, and at an accelerating pace – the universe is expanding at an accelerating pace, so it’s no surprise. But what if it started to contract? Would time go backward? (Pictured below is someone who probably had the answer to that.) But more important, it’s time for the friend of the month reminder. All you out there have to do is upload your friend to Chet’s FB page. The random number generator does the rest. The winning friend photo is the profile pic for the entire month and the winning friend’s human companion gets a signed copy of the latest Chet and Bernie mystery, in this case It’s A Wonderful Woof.


Too Late?


February 22nd, 2022 Posted 6:34 am

Too late for some holiday reading? Here’s a recent Amazon reviewer on It’s A Wonderful Woof:

“Chet is the best, Bernie is pretty awesome too. A series I hope never ends. Seeing adventures through Chet’s eyes (and nose and ears) is endlessly charming.”


What’s In A Name?


February 18th, 2022 Posted 8:11 am

Mrs. Publicist: A few days late but let’s do What’s In A Name, where Pete discusses a character name from the Chet and Bernie series. How about Ms. Pernick, the accountant for the Little Detective Agency. For those who don’t know the series, Bernie’s last name is Little, hence the name of the agency. I don’t believe Ms. Pernick has actually appeared yet, but she’s been mentioned several times, including in It’s A Wonderful Woof, the latest C&B novel. Does Ms. Pernick have a first name?
Pete: Not that I know of. Yet.
Mrs. P: Why Pernick?
Pete: Well, it’s kind of the nucleus of persnickety. Which is maybe what you don’t want in an accountant, but it’s what you need.
Mrs. P: Thanks, Pete! See you on the Ides of March for the next edition of What’s In A Name.

Proust and Chet


December 29th, 2021 Posted 8:14 am

Yesterday we posted this observation from a recent Amazon reviewer of It’s A Wonderful Woof:

“Maybe I’m nuts, but does Chet have a Marcel Proust moment in Chapter One? Not bad for a K-9 school washout.”

The reviewer is not nuts:

Proust (from Remembrance of Things Past): And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theatre to attach itself to the little pavilion, opening on to the garden, which had been built out behind it for my parents (the isolated panel which until that moment had been all that I could see); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I was sent before luncheon, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine. And just as the Japanese amuse themselves by filling a porcelain bowl with water and steeping in it little crumbs of paper which until then are without character or form, but, the moment they become wet, stretch themselves and bend, take on colour and distinctive shape, become flowers or houses or people, permanent and recognisable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann’s park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, all from my cup of tea.

Chet (from It’s A Wonderful Woof): Grabbing perps by the pant leg is how we close our cases, me doing the grabbing and Bernie standing by with the cuffs. I checked out Mama’s pants and wouldn’t you know? They were the exact same pants she’d been wearing that day, red leather with golden leather fringes! I remembered the taste of those golden fringes so well! Have you ever noticed how the taste of something – or even the memory of the taste – makes long-ago happenings suddenly pop up in your mind like they were just yesterday? It all came back to me: Mama lighting the fuse, the door blowing off the safe, Mama reaching inside with a lovely look on her face, so excited and alive, which was when we showed up.


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