The #CleanWIP theme for #NationalMuttDay (Wednesday, December 2, 2020) is MUTT. So share your clean writings and/or your clean mutts. Well… dirty little mutts are welcome too. #LoveYourMutt #amReading #amWriting #amPublishing pic.twitter.com/4LRbIquZNN— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) December 2, 2020
Flickering lights from plastic #reindeer sparkled and danced on the snow. The old neighborhood #mutt paced the street. #Silent. Matted fur, gnarled face. He dutifully kept a sharp watch on playful children. Protecting them from lurking shadows.#vsschristmas #CleanWIP #vss365— Emily Yager (@TheEmilyYager) December 2, 2020
Happy #NationalMuttDay!— Sonia Sache (@soniasache) December 2, 2020
I love my mini Golden Doodle.
He makes my days HAPPY!
Adopt a dog if you can
Your Days will be brighter too!! 😊 pic.twitter.com/CvqzDIgr0z
Is it wrong to have a dog in every romance book I write? *asking for me* 😂 Please don’t tell my cat though.— Kelly Scott (@kdk99ag) December 2, 2020
#NationalMuttDay #muttday pic.twitter.com/EjXZkhMudU— Jason N3YAZ (@N3YAZ_USA) December 2, 2020
It’s #nationalmuttday. The coolest day next to Black Dog Day. This day is for all the Heinz 57 pups out there. Hope it’s a pawsome one. pic.twitter.com/suygKqNsg4— Lily Doodle aka the bread bandit 🍞 (@MissLilyDoodle) December 2, 2020
Heard it was #nationalmuttday. So here’s my #writing & #walking buddy. My beautiful, part-beagle #rescue. pic.twitter.com/kInPPpEbix— 📚Micki Bare ☕ 🧚♀️💻 (@TurtleAuthor) December 2, 2020
Noisy crowds. Christmas music blaring. A man approached. #Silent. A large #mutt trotted at his side. Judging by his rugged looks, he was no stranger to a gym. A Celtic #reindeer tattoo on his forearm. Gravelly accent. Asked if she wanted to dance.#vss365 #CleanWIP #vsschristmas— AK Kilburn (@ak_kilburn) December 2, 2020
Whether they have papers or simply like to eat paper, happy #NationalMuttDay to all the very good dogs.#dogsarelove pic.twitter.com/fna0ZKQ9yv— Scott Adamson (@adamsonsl) December 2, 2020
Today is National Mutt Day!! Who doesn’t love a mutt?— Pets for the Elderly (@Pets4theElderly) December 2, 2020
Little Olaf the mutt found his forever home through a PFE adoption from our partner shelter, @BrookhavenAnim1 in Brookhaven, Miss.#NationalMuttDay #adoptamutt #adopt #petsforseniors pic.twitter.com/Shhm12GvD3
It’s a new Release & No.1 bestseller!— Dianne Harman (@DianneDHarman) December 2, 2020
Take an armchair trip to #Hawaii!
It seemed pretty simple
Cater an event on the island of Kauai for wealthy businessmen & spend some time surfing and sunbathing
Only #99c for a few more days!#KindleUnlimitedhttps://t.co/TFaVIK68Pv pic.twitter.com/YQkZzS5aB7
~ Earl Chinnici ~
(This is likely the lengthiest teaser I’ve shared so far from this WIP. I’ve not yet released the name of it for public consumption.)
Dana excitedly told us how much she loved the book already and that she’d just picked it up the day before, hoping to find a way to handle the stress from an awful predicament she and her husband Mark were dealing with at the time.
“It started early Friday morning about three weeks ago. We woke to a horrific sound. Our dog Rocky must’ve reckoned it was after his food. I thought he was about to scratch a hole through the door. We worried he’d jump the fence if we let him out.”
“What happened next, Dana?” I asked.
“Well, I thought it might be a delivery truck at first, but it sounded more like a tank. Mark said he didn’t see any reason someone would have a tank out there, but he wrapped himself up appropriately and said if he wasn’t back in ten minutes, I should call the police and let them know we’re under attack.”
“What,” I interjected.
Dana continued. “That’s exactly what I said. Then he told me he’s just kidding but ensured me that one look at Rocky would send even the worst of enemies trucking. Mark growled and then added ‘I’ll be back before you can spell onomatopoeia backwards.’ ‘I hope that horrible noise is gone long before then,’ I tell him. ‘I love you, baby cakes.’ Oh wow. Are you going to edit this?”
Dana has such a soothing voice. It’s ideal for radio. I reminded her the show is aired live, then urged her to continue.
“Oh my.” She chuckled, obviously a little embarrassed. “Well, Mark returned about fifteen minutes later…