As soon as I saw this book’s cover I knew two things:
1. I was going to love reading it, and
2. I was going to hate myself for the next few months for not having thought up that title for my own use. Damn damn damn damn damn.
Long story short, it’s published by Bloomsbury (mine own publishers!) and it’s edited by Kathy Belden (mine own editor)! so I knew it was a gem, so of course I pre-ordered it from Barnes and Nobel and then I began to stalk the author checked out the author’s website. As luck would have it, Steven Kotlerwas going to have a book event in Port Washington, New York (mine own neighborhood!) so I glommed onto him contacted him and offered to show him the sights of the Long Island Sound.
So yes, I’ve met him in person and heard his wonderful talk about Dog Rescue and the Meaning of Life, and I’ve read this book and cried and vowed that one of the things on my Bucket List is now Get A Dog.
Because if I could start my day like this (click on link below) I would be a saner, fitter, more highly-evolved human being who could serenely take Sara Palin to be the carbunkle on the butt cheek of civilization that she is.
If you have the heart to open yourself to the ramifications of being on a co-evolutionary path with our companion animals here on Earth, leave a Comment to this post and the first person to correctly identify the emotion on that sweet little dog’s face (see book cover, above – and I know the right answer because Steven Kotler told me) will win an autographed copy of A Small Furry Prayer.
You can see more about Rancho Chihuahua here:
And yes, I forgot to post this earlier today. In fact, I forgot that it was Blog Day altogether — something that I’ve never done in the three years that I’ve been giving the world a piece of my mind. I’m so wrapped up in the final revisions of That Damn France Book this week, working non-stop from sun up till cocktail time, that I’ve let a lot of things slide (housework, laundry, grooming, sleep, etc.). I think I’ll make my Dec. 1 deadline (I think I ca, I think I can, I think I can) but only if I keep up this pace.
AND my damn camera broke. So I had to send it back to Texas (which is strange; it’s a Japanese camera) and I had to post-pone my big Midnight Snack adventure. I feel naked without my camera, and not in a good way.
AND my mind is so oblivious to the world and so obsessed with work and deadlines and To Do Lists and finding warranty paperwork for appliances that this morning when I finished brushing my teeth I realized that I’d used Top Cat’s toothbrush by mistake. [Sound of me, screaming Gross Gross Gross Gross Gross, as I dance in circles looking for a way to turn back time.] Anyone who knows me knows how much I abhor, detest, and am thoroughly disgusted by cooties, that I live my life in constant vigilance against any and all cooties big and small, and that no cootie is too hypothetical not for me to be completely freaked out by.
As I gargled with boiling Listerine to sanitize the cootie-breeding ground, I tried to shake myself out of my brain fog, tried to give myself a wake up call to Wise Up. And still, it wasn’t until 3;15 this afternoon that I realized it wasn’t Thursday. That’s when I turned on the radio for the first time all day and heard that NPR was broadcasting their weekly program called Science Friday. Gee, that’s odd, I thought; They’re putting Science Friday on the air and it’s only Thursday….Oh, wait….. Oh f@*@*@*@*@*@*@*….
So I’m sorry for missing our rendez-vous this morning, I’m sorry for not having photos from Roslyn’s own Landmark Diner to show you, and I’m really sorry for using Top Cat’s toothbrush. Oh jeeze, I just hope I don’t come down with Cootie Face Decaying / Teeth Falling Out / Brain Leaking Thru My Ears Disease.
Say a small, furry prayer for me.