Shenanigans

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“So, this Zoroastrian, Jennifer Aniston and a Leprechaun walk into a bar – stop me if you’ve heard this, babe.”

Bored chatter on the other end of the cell phone told him that ‘babe’ – aka Jonathan L.F. Morgan, head of Le Fay, Morgan and Sons – had heard the joke before.

“Johnny, Johnny – kid, baby, come on! It’s great! They’re going to love it.”

More chatter. Morty ignored it.

“But Johnny – kid –“

A hissed intake of breath met this last. Jonathan L.F. Morgan hadn’t been a kid for nigh-on eighty years, if his wrinkled mug was anything to go by, but Morty liked to give him the benefit of the doubt – you know, make him feel younger with the lingo. It didn’t work.

“Johnny? You there?”

Dead air. Morty snarled at the blinking ‘call ended’ on his cell phone.

“Call ended – I’ll show you call ended!” He chucked the phone at the couch.

It missed and skittered along the floor, smashing into the slate corner of the sunken fire pit his last wife had thought would look “so fetching” in their split-level family room.

Last wife – what was she, six? Seven? Whatever. He didn’t know why he kept putting a ring on their fingers. Peggy hadn’t even lasted long enough to see the damn fire pit put in – but she had spent what was left of his last gig hiring the guy to do it. Morty thought for sure she would make off with the meaty hunk of good ol’ boy, but it turned out she had eyes for that good ol’ boy’s wife.

Rodger ended up putting in the slate edging free of charge. Nice fella’ – the two of them met for drinks every other Friday.

Morty leaned down to pick up the phone. Peeking out from between eyelids squeezed tight, he scoped the damage.

Cracked.

No, not cracked. Shattered.

Damnit.

He tossed it on the couch. It made it this time, but its bounce amid the cushions was less than satisfactory.

With a disgusted grunt, Morty turned to the unwieldy bowl Rodger had given him at their last meet-up.

“It’s a cauldron,” Roger had insisted. “It’s got powers.”

“What’re those?” Morty had jerked his thumb at the numerous dents and dings on the silver beast’s surface. “Bludgeoning powers?”

“No, you fool – it’s got real powers. The guy who sold it to me said no one can leave it but be satisfied. You should use it –“

“Hey, I ain’t had no problems satisfying anyone. . . Peggy notwithstanding.”

Roger had laughed. “Yeah, I thought the same with Sue. I’m not talking about women, Mort. I mean your career – you should use it to stage your comeback.”

Morty had been trying to stage a comeback for nearly 10 years. For some reason, his brand of stand-up had gone flat. Fads came and went and yet his “Johnny, baby, kid” never seemed to boomerang the way the others did. Maybe Rodger was on to something. It was worth a go.

So he’d clutched that damn cauldron in his sweaty little hand, called up Jonathan L.F. Morgan and given it his best shot. And what had been his reward?

Nothing. Nothing but the shards of another wrecked phone and dead air.

“Satisfied my Aunt Fanny – what the hell are you good for, anyway?”

Morty was about to reach for his bag of marshmallows – it was the only damn thing that fire pit was good for – when the phone began making a half-hearted attempt to ring. Morty caught it before it launched itself at the glass and chrome ‘post-modern’ masterpiece of a coffee table his second wife had insisted they buy.

“Yeah?”

It was Le Fay Morgan and Son’s competitor.

“You did? Really? Wait – you bug his phones?”

Must be the way they snatch talent.

“How soon can I – are you serious Mr. Pen—yeah, sure, I’ll call you Arthur.”

Arthur wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise, and that was just fine with Morty. He’d start at the man’s latest and hippest nightclub, Myriad, on Friday night. He even wrangled the best seats in the house for his very best friend, Rodger. It was the least he could do.

As he turned placed the phone gently on wife #2’s coffee table, he failed to notice the cauldron glowing. From within was the faintest hint of laughter.

“It’s the leprechaun” whispered a tiny voice, just beyond the range of hearing. “It gets them every time!”

For Papi Z’s prompt “Jennifer Aniston and a Leprechaun walk into a bar.” 

* * *

D: You are twisted, A.

A: What do you mean?

D: I just heard The Boy, A. He’s calling this the Godspell of Pre-Christian Celts . . . . without, you know, the music.

A: Yeah. And?

D: You’re just weird, that’s all.

A: Thank you, D. I consider that a rousing endorsement. But personally, instead of castigating me, I think we should throw our efforts behind some congratulations.

D: Anything to avoid the Druid’s opinion, is that it?

A: Right on the money, babe! So, without further ado. . .

Yesterday

D: First we want to offer a belated but well-meant congratulations to Charles Yallowitz for the release of his fourth Windemere book: Family of the Tri-Rune, which is on sale now!

A: Congratulations, Charles! Also happening “yesterday” – Veronica Mars Fans rejoiced with the release of the Veronica Mars movie. Loukeshan at Green Embers Recommends has a review!

Today

D: Speaking of Green Embers Recommends, today is the weekly ‘read-of-the-week’ roundup for Editor Ionia, from Readful Things.

A: Today is also a lovely day for a walk – and Andra, author of To Live Forever, An Afterlife Journey of Merriweather Lewis, is walking the Natchez Trace to promote her book’s release. Yesterday she reached the halfway-mark, and today . . . well today was a gas, to say the least!

Tomorrow

D: Briana Vedsted, author of my very favorite western, Me and Billy the Kid, has a new novella coming out TOMORROW!

A: That’s right, folks, The Home Fire will be released on March 20. Check out this sneak peek at Briana’s site.

D: And finally, check out the latest installments of the Bayou Bonhomme serial written by Helena Hann-Basquiat’s dark-hearted counterpart, alter ego and possible muse, Jessica B. Bell.

A: But be warned, if you have no idea what the Bayou is, you must click here. It will bring you all the way back to the beginning.

D: Why is this in “tomorrow” when all the other ongoing promotions are in “today?”

A: Because with Helena’s story, there is – at this point – always a tomorrow. Until, of course, there isn’t.

D: And because you wanted balance for your categories.

A: Yeah, well, I like symmetry.

D: Well, since I began the dialogue, symmetrically speaking, I should end it.

A: Indeed.

D: (Takes a bow) And so good people, we bid you adieu. Thank you ever so much for joining us this evening. We hope you have enjoyed the show. And as a final treat, I leave you with this, A’s very favorite Irish song, which she failed to share on St. Patrick’s Day. Goodnight!

Adventure with us in Spaced

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A: Join D and I over at Green Embers’ Recommends for our take on Spaced!

D: Wait, A! I have another one: A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away. . . Spaced Wars

A: Eh, it’s a touching tribute to the show, but I liked your other ones better, D.

D: Fine, fine. To see just what the devil A and I are talking about, click the link

A: And enjoy!!

Living Musically: Wanderlust Edition

This has nothing to do with music, but it is indicative of how I feel this week. Plus: Hobbits.

This has nothing to do with music, but it is indicative of how I feel this week. Plus: Hobbits.

D: Wasn’t that the title of last week’s edition of Living Musically?

A: You mean the edition that wasn’t posted?

D: That would be the one.

A: Yes, well, it started to get maudlin, and while I am Irish, and St. Patrick’s Day is just around the corner. . .

D: You have no appreciation for the Celtic soul, A.

A: I have a Celtic heart – does that count?

D: (Grumble, grumble, mutter)

A: What was that?

D: Yes, fine – I suppose. At least you have me to stand in for that soul you lack.

A: Indeed I do, D – and a fine trade it is. Now, shall we get down to business?

D: Certainly. Pray tell, what started you thinking of wandering?

A: When have I not thought of wandering?

D: When you lived in Ireland.

A: . . . You’re really working that Celtic soul thing, aren’t you?

D: Someone has to – so, I suppose this abominably cold winter had you and your iPod dreaming of different climes?

A: Indeed. First there was Erebor.

D: You’re going to be a Dead Man Walking if you keep up the Hobbit references.

A: I don’t know why. . .

D: Oh, fair play – although it is a little Sentimental for my tastes.

A: Hm, does that mean you’re not into Angels?

D: I don’t know, A – the seraphim and that lot are rather lumped together with the Fae in my book – it’s all rather a sort of homecoming, aye?

A: Careful D, you might have me thinking of Bag End.

Evil cute cat. Better than Hobbits (just don't tell D).

Evil cute cat. Better than Hobbits (just don’t tell D).

D: (Eye roll) You are not a Hobbit, A. First of all, you’re too tall.

A: I know, but I had second breakfast this morning, does that count?

D: Perhaps.

A: Right then, so you won’t mind if I play this honorable mention . . .

D: Good lord, three of them?!

A: I know, I know, I need a different playback function but honestly can you blame me? It was sunny, above freezing twice this week, and I had Hobbit songs to sing me into work.

D: Best week ever?

A: Yeah, pretty much, and not just because I didn’t have to hit the ‘skip’ button at all.

D: You hit the skip button??

A: Yeah, I get six skips a week – kinda like Slacker on my blu-ray. There are just some songs I can’t quite stomach at 6:30 in the morning, D (and they have their very own blog post coming up soon!)

D: Fine, your excuses work this time. . . but what else was it about this week that made it fabulous?

A:Well, without further ado . . .

Helena made her Kickstarter goal!

With 10 days to go. All of you out there, you’re awesome. I mean it. I nearly screamed when I found out, and I was at work! Go read about it here. And here. I don’t have quite the words to express just how happy I am for Helena and for the people who supported her, but needless to say: Nice job, internets. You all rock.

D: Nicely said, A. I think.

A: (Eye roll) Also, everyone needs to take a gander at John W. Howell’s site, as he has posted a new trailer for his thriller, My GRL. It’s pretty cool.

D:  And as a reminder to everyone, Charles is having a Twubs chat tomorrow (Saturday, March 15) – if ever you had a question for the scribe of Windemere, now is your chance to ask! What are you going to ask him, A?

A: Unfortunately, I will be unable to attend. I’m going to be carrying sponsor banners in Milwaukee’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade and celebrating heartily afterward.

D: Do you ever wish you were Back Home in Derry?

A: Um, I lived in Dublin, so no, but nice D. Very nice.

D: I thought so.

A: You would – for other Music Highlights (and these highlights are a-freaking-amazing) check out Helena’s Tom Waits revue.

D :And also head over to Jack Flacco’s site for his take on Playlists. I swear to the heavens, he and A are long-lost twins. Now if only she’d listen to him about playlists.

A: One day, D. . . one day.

D: Maybe.

A: If you’re lucky.

D: And with that empty promise, we bid you adieu.

A: Have a great weekend, everyone and thank you so much for reading!

Revealed: Legends of Windemere, Family of the Tri-Rune

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Charles Yallowitz’s epic adventure series continues!

Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune
is set to debut on Sunday, March 16th!!!

The magical adventure continues after Luke Callindor and his friends recover from their battles in Haven.

Nyx still has nightmares about casting the genocide spell in Hero’s Gate. Every night her heart is gripped by the sensation of hundreds of goblins dying by her magic. By the request of Lord Highrider and Duke Solomon, she is returning to fix the damage she caused. With Luke Callindor and Sari by her side, Nyx is ready to face the vengeful goblins and opportunistic thieves that plague Hero’s Gate. Yet, there is a darker threat that was born from her violated magic: The Krypters.

It is another action-packed, character driven story that will reveal one of our heroes has been lied to for their entire life.

About the Author:

Charles author photo B&WCharles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

Blog: Legends of Windemere
Twitter: @cyallowitz
Facebook: Charles Yallowitz

We’re still taking volunteers for the April blog tour. So fill out the form HERE!

Read the Previous Volumes of Legends of Windemere!!!

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover by Jason Pedersen

Cover by Jason Pedersen

We the People do Declare

The one, the only Helena Hann-Basquiat, everyone's favorite dilettante

The one, the only Helena Hann-Basquiat, everyone’s favorite dilettante

Have you ever met someone who made you nod your head and say, yes? Or, who phrased the jumble of letters and words that form our language in such a way that you could not help but grin and smile?

Helena Hann-Basquiat, everyone’s favorite dilettante, made me nod, grin and laugh from the moment I met her. Remarkably, she met my nerdy persistence with enthusiasm. Though she may be right in that I simply decided we were going to be friends, what made me stick around her site was the way she made words come to life.

Since meeting her, her words have made me smile. They have made me cringe with trepidation, and flip electronic pages as fast as my mouse could click them in anticipation. Her words have frightened me, and they have made me cry.

And these are just the fictions she’s written since I’ve been a regular reader. When she turns her attention to the world around her, her words often leave me breathless – amused, heartbroken and breathless.

You want these words for yourself. Believe me, you do. You want to preorder her book, Memoirs of a Dilettante, Vol. One at Kickstarter.  Hers is a reachable goal, and dropping $5 to get the Memoirs e-pub AND two fantastic scary stories, will bring her that much closer.

Of course, if you are anything like me, and want a copy you can hold in your hands – or, better yet, have the scribbling of a Dilettante personalize that copy for you – then preordering through her Kickstarter campaign is the only way to do that.

Click here

kickstarter-copyJust do it. Support an indie author and click that link. Read what her Kickstarter has to say. You won’t regret it. Ever since I clicked that link on her Gravatar, I have not.

With a few strokes of a pen (or clacks of the keyboard), she paints characters so lifelike, so fragilely human, and so familiar, it’s easy to see yourself in them. I want them to succeed (or fail, as the case may be), and, as my ultimate test for a character, I want them to stick around my head so we can have a chat, maybe a drink or two.

Through her words, I see her world. She and Penny are as familiar to me as people I’ve known my entire life, because that’s how Helena invites you into her world. Some of the things you’ll witness there are raw. Some of them are painfully but beautifully honest and still others are downright silly and fantastic. And all of it will keep you captivated. Every last second. You’ll devour her words and in turn, they will devour you, spit you out and leave you satisfied they did.

As a final note, today on Twitter I recommended her to a new follower. I told him that Helena was an excellent, hilarious and terrifying writer. What did I mean by that? Why is Helena terrifying?

Memoirs of a Dilettante, The E-Book

Memoirs of a Dilettante, The E-Book

She creates people. She gives them flesh, and then, in some of her scarier work, as Jessica B. Bell, she rips that flesh from them and leaves them as ghosts to linger in our minds. Some are mournful deaths, some are justified but always the ghosts of her words remain. And this isn’t me being maudlin and Irish, folks, this is simply the truth as I see it. Helena’s work will haunt you in the best possible way.

Support her Kickstarter. Preorder the e-pub, the personalize package, the hard-copy – whatever you choose, you will help this dilettante, this indie author, get these beautiful , haunting, fabulous stories the attention they deserve.

PS: If all of that wasn’t enough to convince you, she has excellent – and I mean excellent – taste in music. Go on, click the Kickstarter link. You know you want to!

In other News

Quickly, head over to Marie Ann Bailey, blogger at 1WriteWay and a dear friend, and read her touching tribute to her beautiful tortie-tabby, Luisa. While you’re there, stick around. Marie is a wonderful person and a great writer.

Also, Charles E. Yallowitz, author of the Legends of Windemere Series is having a Twubs chat on Saturday, March 16 from 8-10, Eastern Standard Time. Head over to his site for more information, but just in case  you can’t, Just follow these instructions to join in the fun:

      1. Go to Twubs Chat.
      2. Log In through Twitter or Sign Up with Twubs Chat.
      3. Search for the #windemerespeaks hashtag.
      4. Join in the conversation.

Not-So-Shocking Adventure… with the Doctor Edition

adventureswithD-final (1)D: Ooh! Sweet mystery of life, at last I have found you!

A: Not bad, D … interesting subject, but nice voice. What’s up?

D: Well, since you are persisting in actually speaking to the interwebs, as you call it (and in that ridiculous accent. Honestly, woman)—

A: Click here to hear it at GE Recommends — it’s hilarious! Go ahead, we’ll wait!

***

D: As I was saying, if you get to talk, so do I.

A: And so you’re singing because…

D: Auditions.

A: You do realize that actors are supposed to audition for you, right?

D: Oh, real– I mean, uh, quite. However, Miss Smarty-Pants A, they need to understand my range and brilliance, and to do that, they must hear me SING!

A: And just who were you hoping would hear this, um, magnificence?

D: Neil Patrick Harris

A: … Really?  I mean, yeah, he can sing, but he is American, you know.

D: A talented Thespian can channel an accent when necessary.

A: Even a Scottish accent? You heard my Irish accent, and I lived there.

D: … You may have a point. Excuse me while I ponder this.

A: Yeah, you do that,  D. In the meantime, head over to Green Embers Recommends for the second edition of the Not-So-Shocking News Dialogue, All about the Doctor edition.

Volunteer: Legends of Windemere Blog Tour Sign Up!

Charles Yallowitz, that prolific scribe of Windemere, is getting ready to release The Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune, and he needs your help!

Cover art by Jason Pedersen

Cover art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

CALLING FOR VOLUNTEERS FOR 2 EVENTS!

We’re getting close to the debut of Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune. So, now is the time to get volunteers for these events.

  • Cover Reveal- This is a simple revelation of the cover, book blurb, and author information, which will occur on Wednesday, March 12, 2014. The author will be sending an HTML file of this to all volunteers.
  • April Blog Tour- Like last time, the author will give a day to each volunteer to make their post and he’ll do a thank you post in return. Any authors who join will have their book mentioned in that post along with any social media sites and their Amazon sales site. The document at the bottom will make gathering this information a lot easier. Again, this will come in the form of an HTML file that you simply copy and paste into your post screen.

CLICK HERE FOR THE DOCUMENT!

Thank you to anyone who volunteers and please spread the word. Also, please use the document, which will make things easier to keep track of. Thanks again.

Cover by Jason Pedersen

Cover by Jason Pedersen

Three Below

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the ‘Three Little Pigs’ story got it wrong?”

“Wrong?”

“Yeah, like what if the wolf was the victim?”

“And those pigs were what, rival gangsters who had it in for each other?”

“Yeah, and the wolf was the hired gun. At the very end, the surviving pig in his big brick house – Vito Bacone – boiled him alive. “

“You are so weird.”

“Yeah . . . yeah, I am. Cheers, Andie.”

Rick lifted his glass and eyed me over the rim. The lager winked amber in the dim light. I wasn’t sure if he was going to salute me or throw it at me.

We live in the sun – that’s what he always told me. We live in the sun, and nothing can touch us. With a a few brews in the bucket, flowers dancing in the breeze and a lawn made for parties, what can go wrong?

Yeah. We used to live in the sun, but it wasn’t summer anymore. It hadn’t been summer for a very long time. And the sun – well, the sun was a piss-poor version of itself. It was an imposter.

The party bucket was frozen. The flowers were crusted with ice and reaching in vain for the sun. And that lawn? I hadn’t seen that lawn in three years.

When the news came down about the freeze, no one ever thought the islands would get too cold. Too wet maybe – with bugs so big you’d be afraid to let your dog out at night, lest the beasties eat him – but never too cold.

Rick was a helo pilot – gave tours, or used to. No one came to the islands to see snow. I tried to supplement our income with art from the volcanoes – they still smoldered, even under the sheets of ice that crept ever closer to the tops. The meeting of fire and ice had been novel at first, but it was a dwindling trade.

At least they still had brews – and if we wanted them really cold, we could still keep them in the tin bucket. There weren’t any parties anymore, though. We had tried – even had an igloo building contest one year – but as the sun died, the joy just seemed to drain out of them, like so many drips from a spent icicle.

He was still looking at me over the edge of the glass.

“What is it, Rick?”

“You didn’t laugh.”

“I didn’t – laugh? About what?”

“Vito Balcone. I thought it was pretty good.”

He put down the glass. That manic look was gone from his eyes and I patted his hand. It wouldn’t have been the first lager tossed around the squalid little hole in the ground – probably wouldn’t be the last, either – but at least we wouldn’t be scrubbing the floors tonight. There were better ways to keep warm.

“It was good, babe – real good.” I gave that hand a squeeze. “Why don’t you put down that glass and show me just how good you are – but leave out the pigs this time, yeah?”

* * *

D: Nice, A.

A: Okay, frankly, I was hoping something beautiful, stark and lyrical would come flowing from my fingertips in response to WordPress’ weekly challenge. All the same, I’m pretty fond of this mashup between Papi Z’s Three Little Pigs prompt and the ‘Threes’ writing challenge.

D: You would be. But that isn’t important.

A: It isn’t?

D: No, it really is not. Yesterday you had a post, inviting our readers to become part of The People’s Republic of Helena by supporting her Kickstarter campaign.

A: I did.

Book Cover.pdf-page-001 (1)D: You failed to mention that THE ONLY WAY to get a personalized copy of the beloved Dilettante’s  book, Memoirs of A Dilettante, Vol. One (pictured at right), is to support the campaign.

A: THE ONLY WAY!

D: I just said that.

A: I was reiterating.

D: Indeed. So, beloved readers, go forth, support and come away with your very own piece of Helena.

A: That sounds dirty.

D: You’re the one who actually had to specify for her characters that pigs were not allowed in the bedroom.

A: Look, Rick was really pleased with his ‘Bacone’ joke – Andie needed to make sure boundaries were set.

D: Weirdo.

A: Thanks, D. That is all for tonight, folks – thank you for reading and have a lovely evening!

The People's Republic of Helena needs YOU!

helena needs youA: D. D! Wake up, D!

D: Wha-what is it, woman?!

A: We have a job to do.

D: Don’t you always have a job to do? Isn’t that what you claim keeps you in coffee and bandwith?

A: Yes, but this is an even more important job.

D: Oh, pray tell . . .

A: Helena Hann-Basquiat, my very favorite Dilettante (and one of my favorite people, it must be said), needs our help. The gentleman in charge of her Kickstarter campaign had a disaster of swamp-like proportions drive his family out of  house and home. She needs us – and bloggers like us – to spread the word, keep momentum going, and generally save the day so Mr. Squires can focus his energies where they are needed most.

D: So, in other words . . .

A: Aunt Helena Needs YOU.

D: . . . You are very strange.

kickstarter-copyA: I am. But that is beside the point – Helena’s Kickstarter needs you – me – everyone. Whether you’re new to Kickstarter or an old hand, Helena’s project is perfect to back – the book is already written and edited, but by supporting her, you give her the opportunity to get her work in front of people who need to see it. Plus, there are some great prizes to be had!

D: So check out the Kickstarter page, and Helena’s blog, and the work she’s published as Jessica B. Bell, but most importantly, sign up to become part of the People’s Republic of Helena–

A: Because believe me, with Helena at the helm, good times are going to be had by all!

In other News

A: So, elsewhere on the blogosphere. . .

D: You mean I can’t go back to sleep?

A: No – see, when I’m at that ‘job’ thing, which does keep me in coffee and bandwith, then you get to sleep, but when I’m home, I’m somewhat in need of my muse, ergo. . .

D: Ha ha! You just admitted I’m your muse!

A: Seriously, how old are you?

D: 1,345 years old, last August 6 or 19, depending on which calendar one uses.

A: . . .

D: You asked. So, let’s keep this snappy, what else is going on?

A: Right, so – Andra Watkins, she of the Accidental Cootchie Mama fame, has released her book, the oh-so-intriguing, I can’t wait to order it on Thursday, To Live Forever: The Afterlife Journey of Merriweather LewisAnd to promote the launch, she’s walking the Natchez Trace and conducting this incredibly creative contest.

D: Fascinating! Although, can you not attempt to walk in your characters’ footsteps when it comes time to release our book? I think you might drown.

A: Nice, D. . .

D: Just looking out for my author! Speaking of authors (and a prolific one, too) Charles at Legends of Windemere is looking for volunteers for the fourth Windemere book, Family of the Tri-Rune for a blog tour and cover reveal.

A: And finally, because there is no such thing as too much cute, head over to Green Embers and give a big hi to Green, and his new puppy, Nina!

D: That is not a war hound.

A: Not every dog needs to be a war hound, D. Besides, I think Nina looks like she could take care of herself.

D: Perhaps. . . I shall reserve judgement.

A: (Eye roll) How big of you, D. And with that, I bid you all good night – thank you for reading!