Deb Tawna’s pets have cooler hobbies than she does

My hobbies are not interesting. Hiking, biking, traveling, cooking, reading…I just fell asleep typing that and now I have drool seeping between the spacebar and the comma. My pets have cooler hobbies than I do. Here’s evidence: Blue Cat has a shoe fetish. He indulges this hobby at every opportunity, paying no mind to the style of the shoe or the hygiene of its owner. Monday it was my jewel-encrusted…

Friday, September 10, 2010
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The cats, by Deb Katie

In our old neighborhood, which was near a school and a large shopping center and far from the coyote-filled hills where I live now, we had a pretty decent population of feral cats. They were cute, and I enjoyed having them around–there was one, a very pretty tri-color, that I named “Ardi” (short for Bacardi) and took pictures of through the screen door as he lounged in the late afternoon…

Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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Deb Eve rains on the doggy parade!

Oh, gosh, a week of folks gushing about their pets and now it’s my turn. Yes, we have pets, but you won’t find me gushing over them. I don’t dress them up for pictures or parades. (Yes, our town actually held a doggy costume parade last weekend. No, Rufus and I did not attend.) And I don’t sleep with them! Look, I have kids. Not that I gush over them…

Friday, October 24, 2008
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Stray cat strut by Deb Meredith

I grew up on a farm, and we had rabbits, goats, sheep, pigs, cows, chickens, horses, dogs and cats at different times during my childhood. But we did not have house pets. All animals lived outside the house. So I grew up romping with dogs, not walking them around the block, and petting cats on the porch. whose main job was to take care of rodents in the barn. My…

Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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Totally tuck on Winston, by Deb Katie

Let’s just get this out of the way: I have an unhealthy obsession with my dog. (Luckily, the feeling is mutual, or mine would be a pretty sad situation.) Winston is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He’s three and a half years old, and he’s my constant companion. He comes to work with me every day. He sleeps in his bed on the floor next to me (he got kicked…

Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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Getting Lucky, by Deb Kristina

I’m not a dog person. I swear, I’m not. It took my husband two years of lobbying to convince me to bring a dog into the family. To him, getting a dog was part of his sacred duty as a father to provide a happy childhood for his son. (By the time this argument ended, there were in fact two children.) All I could see was the expense, plus the…

Monday, October 20, 2008
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My dog ate my pearls, by Deb Katie

The first Debutante book I ever bought was Mia King’s Good Things, back in February 2007. And now here I am, a Deb myself, making my first post on the exact release date of her second novel, Sweet Life. Mia has been knee deep in the crazy/sweet life herself—please drop in and say hi at her beautimous website, MiaKing.com. Seriously. It’s so surreal that I was a fan of this…

Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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Two for the Price of One! Welcome Guest Jackie Kessler (and Deb Jen’s post)

Deb Jen has been on the road—first in San Francisco for the RWA National Conference and then to Manhattan for the Backspace Writer’s Conference. With all the traveling, she ended up double-scheduling today, so first you get a visit from guest author Jackie Kessler, and then Deb Jenny’s posting for today. So first off, please welcome the lovely Jackie Kessler, author of the Hell trilogy: Hell’s Belles, The Road to…

Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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Pet Peeves, and other sundry things by Deb Jenny

I definitely have a few issues with which I have zero tolerance: pee on toilet seats ranks probably highest. Having just returned from 12 days vacationing and using lots of public loos, that’s definitely fresh on my mind… But there are things that sort of annoy me, even though I do understand them. Such as the tendency nowadays for people to eschew serving home-cooked food at parties, because it’s so…

Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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My Mom, The Mother Bear

My mother raised animals in much the same way she raised children: by allowing them to have everything they want, not giving them limitations, and then smiling charmingly when one of them peed on the couch. I craved the curfews that my friends had and even thought being grounded sounded pretty good — or at least like you were like kids were in movies. With the animals, she didn’t believe…

Friday, November 30, 2007
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