My Pets
You know, when I was younger, I'd wanted to be a
veterinarian.  I never quite made it (something about
fainting during surgery really put a damper on my
plans), but I've always maintained a healthy love for
animals.  However, in my youth, I made fun of people
who called pets their 'kids', who dressed them in
funny clothes and took them everywhere.  Guess
what?  I'd be making fun of myself now.  Jazzy, my now
deceased chihuahua, started the trend - she loved
Lowes and Home Depot, adored car rides, was on a
first name basis with the gal at the Waste Transfer
Station (they always had treats for her).  In the winter,
yes, I put a sweater on her.

Now, I have three dogs, all small. One does from time
to time wear a sweater (she's very short-haired), and
also loves to go on car rides.  The other two are very
dignified Pomeranians.  They are also what keeps me
grounded.  My kids don't always appreciate the dogs.  
My daughter, Amber, refers to Callie as 'the little sister
I never wanted.'

So here are my furry friends and sometimes the
inspiration for the insanity that lurks in my books.
Turbo, the white Pom, and
Callie, the Doxie-chihuahua,
during a rare peaceful
moment.
Callie and myself, and a bit
of Turbo.
Maximillionth, also known as
Maxi, the 'cop' of the family.  
He might only be ten
pounds, but all the other
dogs know not to mess with
him.
Bashful, my son's dog.  She's
no longer 'bashful' - we
simply call her Bash. (Trust
me it fits!)