THAT DOGGONE
BABY
Tanya Stowe
Tanya Stowe
Everyone thinks
they can push Jaci Meadows around: her family, her boss, even her full-grown
Malamute, Baby. The dog reaches Jaciās shoulders, weighs more than the petite
event planner, and has decided Jaciās designer shoes are a favorite toy. Justin
Blakely understands dogs better than most people. Itās clear to him Jaci
Meadows canāt handle her own life, let alone a two-hundred-pound Malamute ready
to take on the world. Can one oversized Malamute and one very discerning dog
whisperer help guide Jaci back to her true path? Can she learn to say no or is
she just too addicted to the need to be needed?
Extract:
Justin Blakely fell in love the minute he saw her. She
had a spectacular shapeālean and curvy in all the right places. That
distinctive coloringā¦the sassy bounce to her step. Absolutely stunning.
The magnificent malamuteās owner wasnāt too bad
eitherā¦but Justin was trying not to notice. The last time heād gotten involved
with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed fashionista like Jaci Meadows, heād almost lost
his kennel. Heād been so busy trying to find ways to please his ex fiancĆ© Gina,
he allowed himself to fall deeply into debt. By the time he realized she was
mostly interested in his status as Angel Fallsā pre-eminent dog whisperer,
creditors were hounding his steps. He called off their engagement and spent the
next two years focused on his business and what he knew bestā¦dogs.
Petite, curvy blondes with big blue eyes were definitely
not on his radar range. Especially ones like Jaci Meadows. Heād seen her kind
of owner too many times. Folks with a designer bent who opted for the high-end
purebreds. Owners who cared more about how their specialty animal looked beside
them than what was best for the dog or even what the animal needed.
Ms. Meadows fit into that category like a designer purse
in a protective bagāperfectly. She was so concerned about her looks, she wasnāt
willing to part with her haute couture long enough to wear the proper flat
shoes for the lessons. Here she was at their second class, once again having
donned fancy boots with a two-inch heel to march around his uneven, soft dirt
corral with Baby leading all the way.
The first class had covered all the points on teaching
the dog to follow on the leash, not lead. But Baby still tugged her petite
owner around the corral, almost toppling her over in her two-inch heels. Justin
might have found it comical if he hadnāt been concerned about the prima donna
falling and suing his business. That would be just his luck.
Maybe he should consider having all of his attendees
sign release forms, or an agreement stipulating they would at least try to implement his techniques. He
doubted Ms. Meadows heard even one word of his carefully constructed insights
into a dogās psyche. Sheād been on her phone for most of both classes.
Babyās owner was a lost cause. But the malamuteā¦she had
potential. Baby had all the looks, poise, control and intelligence needed to be
a great show dog. A first-class winner.
Too bad he couldnāt say the same about Ms. Meadows.
Usually, Justin made it his business to separate that
particular breed of humansāthe kind that didnāt careāfrom their dogs. But given
his soft spot for blondes, heād already decided to give Baby and her human a
wide berth. Still, there was something about Ms. Meadows blue eyesā¦a softness,
an innocenceā¦
OK. Make that a
soft spot for blondes with big, naĆÆve-looking blue eyes. Shaking his head, Justin purposely turned away to focus his gaze on
Mrs. Jones and her Great Dane. Bertie was doing a great job of leading his
owner. But Mrs. Jones was deftly, if somewhat timidly, applying Justinās
technique on the leash.
Good to know
someoneās paying attention.
A yelp caught his attention. He turned around just in
time to see Baby circle his owner. The leash wrapped around the blondeās
ankles.
āBaby, stop!ā
āNo. Donāt say that!ā Justin saw the accident in the
making but spoke too late.
Baby immediately obeyed Ms. Meadowsā command. She
stopped, turned, raised on her hind legs and placed two huge front paws on her
ownerās immaculate white, ruffled top. With the leash still tangled around her
ankles, the lovely Ms. Meadowsā arms flailed as she sailed backwards and landed
flat on her back in a puff of dust.
My Review - also on goodreads
I certainly wasn't expecting this. Any of it actually. I'd imagined Baby to be a child or a baby - instead it's a dog you can't help loving, despite the fact it's in need of training. And according to Justin, so does it's owner. And then you can't help loving Justin and Jaci either. I would have liked it a little longer, to see the event they'd been planning. But the ending we got.... never saw that coming. At all.
About Tanya:
TANYA STOWE is a Christian Fiction writer
with an unexpected edge.
This Pelican
Book Group author fills her romances with the unusualā¦gifts of the spirit in
TENDER TOUCH and spiritual warfare in HAUNTED HEARTS. In NEVER-ENDING NIGHT she
explores the horrors of a Civil War battle and unravels a mystery. TENDER TRUST
treks to the Old West. LEAP OF FAITH brushes wings with an angel and WHITE
CHRISTMAS wraps romance in the traditions of a small town holiday. No matter
where Tanya goesā¦on a journey through the past or contemporary adventures in
new landsā¦be prepared for the extraordinary.
Comments
I echo Marianne's statement, Clare. You are indeed an honorary HH angel!