Today Austin Macauley has made today publication day for my newly released book I Albert Peabody. As you my loyal readers are aware I have been working on this project for the better part of two years now. I am hopeful it will succeed.
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A New Beginning
Sunday morning my step daughter gave birth to Ethan James Viscario. He quite literally is a miracle.
I truly think he looks like his father.
Happy Publishing Day
Today Austin Macauley has made today publication day for my newly released book I Albert Peabody. As you my loyal readers are aware I have been working on this project for the better part of two years now.
I Albert Peabody
I have excellent news to share. My next book, I Albert Peabody is now scheduled for release in May 26, 2023. As the back cover states.
Boomer Ang: Part 7
“What is he doing here?” Julio Rodrigues demanded as Chief led me into the in-tar-o- gation room. It appeared like the other rooms with a table and chairs with one handcuff tightened over Julio Rodrigues’ good hand. His other hand, the one I bit and crushed, is all bandaged up.
Boomer Ang: Part 6
The door was already opened and I sniffed. I recognized many different odors but they all were unfamiliar to what I remembered, and then I smelled the body. It smells somewhat familiar but from where?
Boomer Ang: Part 5
When we got home, I guess it’s actually Detective Mike’s home because I became homeless when Master Bob died. But I digress because I’m a dog after all and back to the story here. We arrive at Detective Mike’s big house and big property and he led me to my kennel with my doghouse and inside was my blanket
Boomer Ang: Part 4
“Chief, I got a witness who gave me a credible lead,” he said to a rather big man who wore suspenders over a white shirt and had a bolo tie drawn partially down to allow his top button to be opened. I sniffed his cotton trousers; he owns a poodle and a cat. He drinks coffee and just ate a donut. I was also getting hungry and so I sniffed the air for those same donuts.
Boomer Ang: Part 3
During the night I roamed the bigger house. I was in a room Detective Mike called a pantry where cans of food were stored, and a blanket was set on the tiled floor. It was hard and reminded me of the doghouse I slept in at Master Bob’s house. I sniff everything. Her scent is everywhere on everything in the kitchen, the living room, and their bedroom.
Boomer Ang: 2
I awoke at darkness time. Master Bob’s dark form laid there as it had since I fell asleep. My sadness deepened. I licked his face. It was cold and stiff. I felt hungry and thirsty. I walked around the darkened house, my night sight seeing everything in a grayish tone. I went by his bedroom across the hall from the bathroom and saw the curtain moving from a breeze. Well, that is interesting.