Buy My Book.... Please?

Way back in the Spring, I received an invitation to take part in a series of book sales/signings this summer. I looked at the calendar and was only able to sign up for one of the dates.

Which is tomorrow.

Sunday, August 14th from 9 a.m. to noon.

So tomorrow morning, I'm headed to Brooks Park in Harwich, box of books in hand, to sign and sell books at a table with other authors as part of a local fair.

If you're on the Cape this weekend, please stop by Sunday morning to say hello, and make me feel loved. I won't make you buy anything, really. (but I won't stop you if you really really want a copy to take to the beach with you!)

I'm actually quite nervous, and almost feel like bagging out of the event - but I signed up and I'm going to show up. So there.

What are you doing this weekend?

Puppy Wears the Cone of Shame

Poor Puppy is indeed wearing the Cone Of Shame this weekend.

Late in the week, she found something delectable to roll in, and in the process she scratched her head. I washed her. She rolled again, and scratched her head more. I washed her again. As the scratch began to heal it became itchy, as scabs tend to do. She came in from her morning romp yesterday with her head covered in fresh blood.

I tried to explain, but she wouldn't listen to me.

Thus... the Cone of Shame.

Unfortunately, she's completely paranoid about the Cone, unable to function normally. She's afraid to get stuck, afraid to knock things over, afraid to lie down... who knew such a big dog could be such a big baby?!

Panting, drooling, almost hyperventilating... I just took it off for a little while and she fell right asleep. I'm thinking she was up all night worrying about it...

*Hopefully* the wound heals quickly and the Cone can go back into the closet. And Puppy can get back to being her normal, romping self. And *hopefully* she'll associate rolling in excrement with Getting the Cone... and won't do it again.