Showing posts with label survivor dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label survivor dogs. Show all posts

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Sometimes Karma's a Dog

Karma's a bitch--we've all heard that saying before, but this short story is a little different. 


   Romney Richlieu cursed. Bad luck followed her as usual.
   Her whole life had been one giant screw up, and now this.
   She mimicked Mrs. Breiton's words. "We're so sorry. It's nothing to do with your leg, Romney. The company is in financial difficulty and we have to let a few people go."
Sorry, my ass. I don't know why they hired me in the first place. I didn't hide my leg. It's all skinny and ugly and it's totally obvious my shoe is built-up. They could see that from the time  I  went for the first interview. I suppose it's because of that silly woman with the Chihuahua in her purse. How was I supposed to know it was there? I like animals. I wouldn't have put the file on top of the purse if she had told me it was there. And anyhow, the dog is fine.
   She dragged her personal items from her drawer and tossed them all in the trash can. Like her life, nothing in there was worth saving.
   She walked out of that place with her head held high. It wasn't totally a normal walk, but she didn't limp so much these days with the new orthotic shoe. So now what? She couldn't even claim on unemployment because she hadn't been there long enough. Maybe next time she should wear long pants to the interview and they wouldn't see her leg. But these days with the recession, it seemed that the only way she could get a job was because of the sympathy factor. The poor crippled girl. We should be nice to her.
   Romney stopped in the park and flopped onto a bench. She hadn't allowed herself to think about her circumstances, but now fear clutched at her stomach. How will I pay the rent? Will they kick me out? Oh God. I wish I could just die." She held her head in her hands and cried quietly.
   "What the . . .?" She looked up sharply when something wet made contact with her arm. A dog—and he was licking her.
   "What are you doing?" She pushed him away. He stood there and wagged his tail—and his whole butt wagged with it. He showed her his teeth. But he wasn't snarling. He was smiling. The mutt was smiling at her. She tried to keep the stern look on her face, but he looked so funny with his butt wiggling like that and the goofy grin, she laughed out loud. Then she noticed his leg. One of his back legs was all shriveled up, the muscles useless and wasted like hers, and he held it up off the ground.
It didn't seem to bother him. He wasn't pissed off with life. In fact, he looked epically happy to see her. His  matted, dirty white fur clung to a bony frame. He wasn't wearing a collar. She reached out and patted him on his head and his butt wagged harder than before. He made a whining kind of noise.
   "I do believe you're talking to me," she said. "You must be a stray, and yet you look so frikkin' happy despite your bad leg, and you probably haven't had a square meal for a while."
   She jerked and blinked. An old lady perched on the other end of the bench. Where had she come from? She smiled at Romney and petted the dog. "This is Andy," she said. "He was mine, but I passed, and he was left to fend for himself. He's yours now." Before Romney could even open her mouth to reply, she was gone.
   Was she really ever there?
   Romney shrugged and smiled down at him. Smiling did something to her. It made her feel hopeful.    "Well, Andy, let's go see what we can do to get back on our feet. The first thing I'm gonna do is get you a square meal. I feel like our luck has just changed."

   Andy barked twice, and they limped out of the park together.

I grew up on a farm in Zimbabwe, Africa, and lived through some crazy adventures that sparked my imagination; including having to keep a loaded UZI by my side every night in case of an attack by armed insurgents. I love all animals and don't seem to be able to keep them out of my stories, which usually take place in small, country towns.  Find out more at http://www.trishjackson.com .

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Virgo's Vice -- Available for Pre-Order!

I am thrilled to announce that the third novel in the Zodiac Series, Virgo's Vice, is available on Amazon for pre-order. The publishing process always seems to take forever!


I'll be guest blogging on Just Contemporary Romance on October 20/21 and I will be doing a giveaway there


Camera operator Lexie King has a good reason to work out of her comfort zone in Allan Dockery's new survival-style reality show in Africa. She is determined to overcome her PTSD and make something of herself, but she has no way of knowing he would be there. The monster who’d caused her distress. 

Now all she wants is to get away—as far away as possible. But how? They're stranded one stop past nowhere in Africa. 

When traumatic events start to happen, she draws comfort from Jake, the producer's chocolate lab, and cowboy contestant Billy Murphy, who makes her laugh at the darkest of times, and heats up more than her heart with his touch . . . 


Here's the book trailer:




Lexie's background story is told in 'Lexie's Story' which is available for free download on the home page of my website with no strings attached.

In the Zodiac Series each primary character belongs to a specific star sign and exhibits the character traits attributed thereto

Here's the Amazon link for pre-ordering Virgo's Vice