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IT'S ALL ABOUT OUR DOGS Interview with Jayne

Tell us about the furry members of your family.
We currently have two pound puppies. Tiller is a tawny beast (was supposed to be 30 pounds . . . he’s currently over 48 and according to the vet is about to hit a 2nd growth spurt!) and Scout is a rusty-coated little rascal. Only four months old. I don’t think (hope!) he’s going to be over 25 pounds.

How did your dog(s) pick you to be his/her/their fur-ever mom?
Tiller was an emergency re-home situation. It was love at first sight. He was only eight weeks old and a friendly, wriggly puppy. Scout was in a pack of Puerto Rican street dogs that had just shown up at the Hope for Life shelter. I happened to be dropping off some donations. Six of the puppies jumped at the gate and competed for my attention. Scout hung back a little and looked timid and scared. That strategy worked and stole my heart. (For the record, he is anything BUT timid and scared! He's a feisty little thing!)

What is your dog’s favorite toy?
The current love is Himalayan Dog Chews, made of yak and cow milk, salt, and lime juice. Sounds yummy, doesn’t it? (No, I have not tried tasting one . . .)

Is the dog in your story in To Fetch a Thief based at all on your dog?
No, we didn’t have any dogs at the time I wrote “It’s a Dog Gone Shame!” But it’s interesting that I ended up with a tawny-colored dog. We’ve never had one of that color before.  

Where is your dog while you write?
Somewhere nearby. It’s not unusual for Scout to curl up next to me on the sofa and rest his head on my laptop. It makes it very hard to write, so I usually have to stop until he is finished with his nap. I’m hoping he outgrows this soon.

Where did you get the idea for your story in To Fetch a Thief?
We actually have a Dog Gone Garden in our neighborhood, and all the rocks were stolen a few years ago. That mystery has never been solved!  

How long did it take you to write your story?
Longer than it should have! Well over a year. The deadline kept getting pushed back, so I kept putting off finishing the story. Edits took a while, too, but then I ask all you writers out there, is a story EVER completely finished?

Do any of your other stories (or future stories) involve a canine companion?
Two small dogs make a brief appearance in my upcoming collection of seaside mysteries, Goin' Coastal. But I had so much fun writing about Cannoli I plan to incorporate more canine companions as primary characters in future works.

In addition to writing and spending time with your dog, what other hobbies do you have?
I love to cook. My goal is to try at least one new recipe every week. I also play the piano, play mahjongg, and play at being a realtor. And, of course, I LOVE to read!

What makes your dog’s tail wag?
Food. Any kind of food. The mere crinkling of a wrapper of any kind of food. Or a new toy.

What makes your tail wag?
Sipping a glass of Cabernet while sitting on the front porch of our cottage by the sea with my dogs nearby. Life does not get any better than that!


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