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MUTT MADNESS featuring "The Fast and the Furriest" by Heather Weidner


“What’s Mutt Madness?” you ask? Why, it’s a party to celebrate the upcoming release of To Fetch a Scoundrel, the 2nd installment in the Mutt Mysteries series. We know, we know…March 3rd is weeks away! And you want to hear more about these four fun “tails” of scandal and murder NOW! So, we’ve designed a series of posts over the next week which will share with you a story summary, and also some insight into where the authors found inspiration for these "tall tails." 

Today’s feature is… 
“THE FAST AND THE FURRIEST” by Heather Weidner
Isn’t there enough action under the lights at the Amelia Race Track without the drama of a love triangle? An altercation leads to murder, and owner Cassidy Green and her Rottweiler Oliver have to uncover clues and find the killer before the bad publicity destroys her business.



Years ago, my dad raced cars. He and my husband love to go to the races, especially the short tracks. I set “The Fast and the Furriest” at a make-believe racetrack in Amelia County. Running a racetrack was the perfect job for Cassidy and her pal, Mr. Oliver (the track’s director of security).




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  1. Thanks, Heather. Now I understand your relationship with racing!

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  2. It's fun to see what situations these authors devise for these stories! Heather Weidner's "The Fast and the Furriest" takes you to a small-time racetrack, and you can feel the grit--and the personality--of the track. You can also feel the Cassidy's tension as she tries to keep the track viable!

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  3. Excited to read your story, Heather! So proud of everything you guys have accomplished!

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