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Friend of the Month Reminder


May 31st, 2023 Posted 6:46 am

Last day of the month! That means the door is closing for all who would like to be Chet’s June Friend of the Month. Every month the random number generator (below) picks Chet’s new friend. All you have to do is send in a pic to the FB page. The winner is the profile pic for the entire month (where Kimba is now) and the human companion gets a signed copy of the latest Chet and Bernie novel, in this case Bark To The Future. R#G awaits!


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May 30th, 2023 Posted 8:40 am

Mrs. Plansky, packing for the journey that will change her life (and the lives of some others as well):

Shoes were always the problem. In the end she cut to the bone, taking only the pull-on low-heeled booties with the least tapered toes on the market; the warm quilted indoor-outdoor mules in black; and her Italian ballet flats, which she just had to have.

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Memorial Day


May 29th, 2023 Posted 8:20 am

” … to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan … ” (Lincoln’s Second Inaugural

Memorial Day began after the Civil War as Decoration Day. Laying flowers on the battlefields was already happening during the war. What a lucky country we are in many ways. For example, when we absolutely had to have a man like Lincoln, there he was. Do the problems we have now seem somewhat trivial compared to what we’ve faced in the past?



May 28th, 2023 Posted 7:08 am

Sunday is when we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Since Chet refers to this scene more than once in the Chet and Bernie series, including in Up On The Woof Top, coming in October, preorderable) how about today we turn to The Dog Who Knew Too Much, an in media res beginning where Bernie is giving the keynote speech to the Great Western Private Eye Association? It would be dishonest to say Gussie Fink-Nottle’s speech at Market Snodsbury Grammar School in P.G. Wodehouse’s Right, Ho Jeeves, wasn’t in the back of my mind:
Was I proud of Bernie or what?
True, he’d been pretty nervous going into this gig. I can always tell when Bernie’s nervous – which hardly ever happens, and never when we’re in action – because his smell sharpens a bit, although it’s still the best human smell there is, apples, bourbon, salt and pepper; but now, up on the stage, he was doing great.
“Which, um,” he was saying, “reminds me of a joke. “Sort of. Maybe not a joke,” he went on, turning a page, “more like a – “ and at that moment the whole wad of papers somehow jumped out of his hands, all the pages gliding down in different directions.

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