Winter Blogfest: Mariah Lynne

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My dog Max could have worked for Santa Claus. He had a pair of fuzzy antlers with jingle bells, loved Christmas, and adored people. Max would drool at the sight of us decorating the tree. We loved fresh trees and so did he. He never had an accident; never confused it with being outside, but always perused the branches for any soft ornaments he could grab.

Once the tree was decorated and the tree skirt in place, he would lie under the lights and take a nap. That’s great for a toy breed, but Max was a seventy pound Humane Society special. He was so cute I didn’t stop him.

Max loved to get presents and opened his own gifts but he wouldn’t stop there. If you had a present on your lap, you were in danger of having the wrapping shredded and ribbon pulled. We loved him, so we let him have fun. We had fun just watching him. Seeing a trend here?

When he was one, he and a good friend named Ron stayed home while my husband and I went into work for a few hours. Ron was a carpenter who did many projects for us. He was crazy about Max so I left thinking “What could possibly go wrong?”

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Ron, I thought. “That Ron must have knocked them over. How could he? Those belonged to my Mom and my grandmother.” I was so upset, I picked up the phone and called him. Did I ever give him an earful? I remember yelling into the phone…”How could you do that? You weren’t even working near the tree. You know how much I treasured that set. That was my mother’s.” I was in tears, but Ron was patient and didn’t respond in kind. He asked one leading question. “Have you seen Maxwell?”

“Max. No. He’s nowhere to be found.” I picked up a large piece of the broken camel and tiptoed into the bedroom. There he was hiding or trying to hide on my husband’s side of the bed. He only hid like this when he knew he did something wrong. I held what was left of one of my treasured camels and called out to him. “Max, did you do this?” He put his head in his paws and rubbed his eyes. Yep. Mystery solved. He must have tried to get them, but luckily knocked them over in the process.

Of course I was upset about my mother’s camels, but I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose. He probably was looking for a new toy (he loved to play) and I left the low hanging fruit. My fault. I sat on the bed and called him over. I showed him the piece again and said “Bad.” He understood; but I said ‘bad” because he could have ingested the substance or choked and I could have found him in a very different condition. Max was more important than any camel or decoration. He was my “furry ball of love” as my neighbors described him. I called him over and hugged and kissed him content he was safe and okay.

Amelia Augusta Ethrington, 18th century duchess of Abbington, is considered by society an old maid at thirty-two. She refuse to marry and relinquish her title to a husband instead finding romance with strangers. Amelia’s necklace, her claim to title, is stolen by an unscrupulous Time Traveler after a romantic tryst. Amelia must now Travel with the help of her royal seer to find the scoundrel, kill him, and retrieve her necklace before her jealous male cousins lay claim to her duchy. Complications arise when she meets a handsome museum appraiser sent to acquire the jewels. She falls in love and is faced with the most difficult decision of her life: Love in the present or defending her honor in the past.

Mariah Lynne writes romantic adventures that take her readers to distant times and exotic places. Her heroines are free spirited, strong, and independent woman like Amelia. The Love Gypsy and Shadows Across Time are her other two romances.

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Comments

  1. Debra Guyette says

    Max would have been a wonderful companion for anyone. I am glad he was in your life.

  2. Max sounds like he was a very special dog. I’m glad he wasn’t hurt when that ornament was destroyed.

  3. I very much enjoyed Max’s story. Your love of him is obvious as I read. Thanks for the tender Christmas tale.

  4. I loved your story. I have a Max too. He might leave the camels alone, but his littermate Ruby would have chewed those camels to shreds.

  5. Colleen Driscoll says

    I feel for Max. My dog is the same way. I’m glad you were understanding and forgave him. He’s lucky to have such a loving owner.

  6. Max sounds like quite a character. There’s nothing like the love of a dog to brighten the Holidays.

  7. Now there’s a love story! Pets hold such a special place in our hearts, don’t they?

  8. Max must’ve been bored and decided to entertaining himself!

    • He was comical and always looked for things to do. He usually played with his own toys, but this time I left something tempting within his reach. Thanks for your comment.

  9. All the names were placed in a flower pot. My neighbor drew the winner. Drum roll.
    It’s Christine!
    Please send me your e-mail so I can forward a copy of the book.

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