Now that my three Oasis Circle cozy mysteries are complete and out to agents for consideration, I’m expecting some flack about why I have so many dogs in the books. I was inspired for these books by ladies I know, all of whom have delightful pet dogs.
My (dog) characters include: basset hound Watson, a wannabee bloodhound, who tracks evidence that fingers (paws) a killer. Petey, a three-legged boston terrier, who teaches the women about courage and positive thinking. Bailey, a retired show dog, whose mischievous behavior introduces two lovers. Pilot, nearly burned to death rescuing a family member from a house fire, and rescued from euthanasia by Stella, who, when a child, lost her family to a housefire. Thomasina, a poodle, whose burial exposes proof that there is something sinister lying beneath Oasis Circle.
Actually there is one cat, Cleo, a Siamese. She’s got it rough, moving to coyote country and adjusting to being confined to the house for her own safety. Cleo plays a small but significant part in the story. She escapes from the house and leads the way to a lost letter that changes two lives.
Lest I be accused of being partial, I will share proof that I like cats. When my daughter found the cat she wanted to adopt at the county cat rescue, a darling Calico, Sassy, was still in quarantine and would not be available for adoption until the next day. This created somewhat of a problem because the following day all the cats were scheduled to be transferred to the brand new county shelter, which would stage a media event and draw a real crowd. Sassy was pretty, calm and affectionate. If my daughter was not there when they opened, there was a good chance someone else would snap her up.
The next morning I got a frantic call from my daughter saying she could not get a leave from her job to get to the new shelter early to adopt Sassy and would I do it. I hurriedly ran a comb through my hair, brushed my teeth and pulled on some old work clothes. Looking like a complete frump, I arrived at the new shelter the minute they opened and was able to adopt Sassy. To my mortification, the press was standing by to photo and interview “the first adoptee” from the new facility There I was, no makeup, hair badly in need of styling, my ratty flip-flops and faded jeans, holding up Sassy as a shield between me and the cameras.
I love this photo of Sassy and her best buddy Lulu LeBlanc (a poodle-Wheaton terrier rescue my daughter and I share) sharing dinner.