It was a very hot November 11th and I was pretty close to hitting rock bottom. One of those stages when nothing was going right and everything and everyone I touched burned me.
I was driving home whining and complaining to myself in the car and passed the sign to the RSPCA shelter. For some reason I turned around and went down the rather dodgy dirt road.
It was almost twelve months to the day that Sophie, my daughter’s Rotweiller cross that I had inherited, had been put down. I was supposed to be enjoying the freedom and lack of responsibility of not having a dog.
I parked the car and wandered in past a cage full of cats. I quite like cats, especially their supercilious independence but a cat was out of the question. The bush property I owned had a ‘cat convenant’ on it – to the uninitiated that’s Australian for No cats allowed, not now not ever. I used to think it was silly but once I got to know the bird life I decided the bush belonged to the birds. A cat was out of the question.
Further along there was one large cage away from all the others, more a jail than a cage. Trying very hard to escape and eat its way through metal fencing was a very frustrated, loudly complaining dead ringer for Sophie. I couldn’t believe it.
The dog had been dumped the night before. It had food aggression and had to be kept in isolation because it tried to eat all the other dogs. Obviously it was feeling pretty much the way I was.
I wasn’t allowed into the cage but I stuck my hand through the wire much to the dismay of the attendant and was rewarded with a rather dubious sniff, after a few minutes they left me alone and I sneaked in and just stood there. The dog came and sat on my foot - like recognizing like I suspect.
To cut a very long story short I managed to talk them out of putting her down. They released her to me on a three month trial – only because I had owned a Rotweiller cross before I was told.
That was nine years ago and since then we’ve both managed to get our acts together and if you check out the dedication in my first book Tree Change when it comes out you’ll know who it was that “walked every step of the way with me.”
Wow, that's so not the kind of dog I would associate with a flowery named like Poppy. LOL. I'm really glad you two found each other though. Sounds like it was meant to be. On another note, could you tell us about the upcoming release you mentioned?
Forced to choose between the world she wants and the man she loves, Cassia opts for fame and fortune. But it's not enough—one taste and she's hooked again...
Despite her success in the Sydney art world, Cassia yearns for the idyllic life she once lead with Jake in their shack over looking the Pacific Ocean. Seeking closure she falls, like an addict, straight back into his arms, and out again equally quickly. Not only has he taken up with his brother's wife, but it seems they have a child.
Truth is, Jake's living a lie, sworn to secrecy, and hamstrung by the debt he owes his estranged family. But one glimpse of Cassia and he knows he cannot live without her. Her fey, artistic character and magical body possess his imagination and his heart. Can he convince her to trust him long enough to save the crumbling remains of their relationship?
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