Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’

Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody!


November 24th, 2022 Posted 8:09 am

Rick Torres crouched under a strip of tape, came toward us, shook hands with Bernie. “Hey, Chet,” he said, and gave me a pat. “Lookin’ good. Is he still growing, Bernie?”

“Hardly seems possible,” Bernie said. “This is my son Charlie. Shake hands with Sergeant Torres, Charlie.”

Rick held out his hand. Charlie gazed down at the ground.

“I won’t bite,” Rick said. Of course he wouldn’t! Hardly any humans did, their little teeth not being much of a weapon. I did remember a perp named Clancy Green chomping on some other perp’s arm, but that was on a Halloween night, the only holiday I don’t like – Halloween brings out the worst in people, Bernie says. Thanksgiving is my favorite, except for that one time with the drumstick incident, maybe a story for another day.



Peanut (More)


July 20th, 2022 Posted 6:39 am

While we’re on the subject of Peanut, the elephant that plays a supporting role in To Fetch A Thief, she comes up in Bark To The Future, the next Chet and Bernie novel (pub date 8/9, pre-orderable now):
Which was kind of confusing. All I’d really understood so far was the part about working for peanuts. Once I’d palled around – well, maybe not palled around, more like attempted to herd actually – an elephant, name of Peanut. This was deep in the desert, maybe down Mexico way. But before that Peanut had worked in a circus for peanuts, just like this Raker dude. I knew one thing for sure: if he was like Peanut, herding him was off the table.



July 19th, 2022 Posted 8:00 am

The Peanut episode came up in the FB comments yesterday. For newcomers to the series, Peanut (seen below) is a character in To Fetch A Thief. She and Chet have a bit of an adventure.


Down on the Border


May 7th, 2022 Posted 7:17 am

Mexico came up this week on account of Cinco de Mayo and we posted a little snippet from To Fetch A Thief. Mexico factors into the Chet and Bernie series and so do border towns. This is from Heart of Barkness:

Tesabe looked to be very small, with just one paved street and a few dirt roads running off it. We rode up a steep, curving hill, not seeing a single human, member of the nation within, or even a chicken, and this was the kind of place where you’d expect a chicken or two. I didn’t even hear any buzzing flies. They called this a border town?



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