I love dogs, so I asked Marcy G Dyer to share her dog and an excerpt from her book, Down and Out. Marcy says, “There is a tri-color Border collie in the book, based on my Border that I had for 15 years. The dog in the book is named Yogi and mine was Scooby, but the personality and the appearance are the same.”
She glanced at the dog. “You didn’t send me flowers, did you?”
The black dog had a white scruff and red and white face. He cocked his head to one side and looked at her. She’d always thought Border collies were supposed to be black and white. Curiosity up, she opened her notebook computer. She pulled up the website for the American Border Collie Association and found that the dogs came in all colors. Even a multi-colored coat called “merle.”
She glanced at Yogi. He looked like one of the dogs on the website called a tri-color. He stared back at her. “What is it, boy?”
He half-barked and half-growled. Great. The dog hated her. “It’s okay.”
Yogi made the same sound again, and Candace eased up from the chair and started to move away from him. He ran to one side, and when she moved in the other direction he ran to that side. Once again, he growl-barked.
When she didn’t show up for work tonight, maybe Beth Anne would send someone to find her decaying body.
Yogi continued to move side to side to keep her from leaving the room. Candace’s heart thudded against her chest. She grabbed a pillow off the sofa and wrapped it around her arm then put that arm forward and eased toward the kitchen. Yogi cocked his head to the side and looked at her like she was lunch, but he didn’t lunge at her.
When she reached the tiny galley kitchen, she realized her mistake. No way out. The dog blocked the entrance to the kitchen.
Candace continued to back up until she came to the wall. With her back against the wall, the dog, tail tucked, ran toward her. “God, save me,” she muttered.
Yogi cocked his head to the side and lunged. At least that’s what she thought he was about to do, until he planted his paws in the midst of her chest and nipped at her arm. He didn’t bite, but gently nudged at her with his teeth.
Yogi’s tail wagged so hard his entire backside wiggled, and he growl-barked again. Candace slid to the floor. She should have known Ric wouldn’t leave a man-eating canine with her.
Yogi pounced the second her bottom hit the floor. He climbed all over her and gave her lots of puppy kisses. Had his tail been wagging when she thought he was going to eat her?
She laughed and headed for bed. Would she ever get used to sleeping during the day?
I can see this scene — and I love it when a dog is a character in a book. Download Down and Out now and read more!
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