Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Malfunction Junction

Hello, nice people! 

Sir Poops here. Hair Ball and I had prepared to interview Bish's spider for today. But our house has been crazy since last week. So we're more than exhausted right now.

Yup! Our Daddy-o has been having malfunctions. Last week, he had a problem with something called a kidney. This week, it's his sugar. Whatever that is.

I guess that's why Mummsy says God should've sent us all into the world with a box of parts and a warranty.  Then we could fix him for free. She says the hospital wanted more than what she makes in year for Daddy-o's care.

Anyway, we'll see you all next week for Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group.

Lots of licks and belly rubs!

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Who Wants a Cookie?

HB: Hey! Who wants a cookie besides me and my stupid brother who is hiding out in his box. He hates it when I chase him with Mumnsy's iPhone for a picture.

SPAL: Well...I don't really like getting my picture taken. But if you give me one of your cookies, I might let you.

HB: Nope. Not! They're mine. But I'll be glad to give an award today. A nice handsome and cute picture of myself to one of the greatest and most kindest bloggers out there. 

SPAL: Oh God! Not that again!

HB: Can you guess who I'm giving it to?

SPAL: ***he rolls his eyes*** All of the bloggers in the blogosphere? Right?

HB: Nope! Because not everyone is the Santa Claus of the blogosphere.

SPAL: Well maybe a picture of your stupid self might cheer him up. I did read during the A to Z Challenge that he was worried about peeps forgetting about him  and his book Casa Fire because he was slow writing the next one in his series. 

                                                                    It's on Amazon

HB: No one could be as slow as Mummsy. She's still working on Killer Stilettos and is having issues keeping on-line crit partners.

SPAL: Hope she doesn't have that problem when it's time to find beta readers.

HB: We're getting off track here, pansy. We'll discuss that on our Insecure Writer's Group post. Anyway, Mr. Alex J. Cavanaugh, I'd be glad to share at least one of my cookies and  a nice picture of myself with you.

Lots of licks and belly rubs for the rest of you!

Next week we're hoping to get an interview with Bish's spider.

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Hair Ball Brought a Girl Home...Oooo!

SPAL: How did you sneak her into the house without Mummsy seeing?

HB: Mummsy's busy in her garden.

SPAL: So what is your friend's name?

HB: Maisey. Her Mummsy stopped off at 7-11 for some coffee. And Maisey here got out of the car to stretch her legs. And before she knew it, her Mummsy drove off without her. I found her wandering our street this morning. ***he casts a gaze on Maisey*** Right?

M: Um... *lifts one corner of her mouth and winks*  Right. So, what's on the agenda for today, seeing as we're free--er, I mean that were here together and our mammas are busy?

SPAL: ***Shoots a look at Maisey*** You're a missing fur peep. We need to find your Mummsy. 

HB: I think we should keep her.

SPAL: Not a good idea. Our Mummsy would be upset.

HB:*** frowns***

SPAL: What does your Mummsy do Maisey?

M: My mamma's a nurse. She takes care of little babies at the hospital, and she writes books in her spare time. I've asked her to take me with her to the nursery--told her I'd curl up with those babies and keep them warm and safe--but she says she can't. So, I wait by the window with my chin on the sill, looking for her until she comes back home again. Then I curl up on a quilt by her bed while she sleeps.

SPAL: Our Mummsy writes books on the side, too. She writes paranormal adventures.

HB: Yeah. What kind of books does your Mummsy write?

M: She writes romance. The book she's working on now is something called a 'western historical,' whatever that is. All I know is there's a picture of humans playing kissy-face on the cover

HB: I'm real good at kissing and hugging legs.

SPAL: ***rolls his eyes***Sorry. My brother is kind of stupid like that. ***he glances at HB***What happened to Penny the Jack Russell and Modest Internet Star.

HB: ***shrugs****So.

SPAL: Whatever. It's your love life.

HB: Hey, Maisey. Does your Mummsy  have any new books out?

M: Actually, she does! I almost forgot; today is the day her book gets published! I guess that means we'll be seeing the kissy-face humans all over the place. *narrows her eyes at Sir Poops & Hairball* Who's this 'Penny'? Does she have a brother?

HB: ***he looks from Maisey to Sir Poops***What? Is something wrong?

SPAL: Penny is famous. She's a politician of the furry kind. And yes, she has a brother. The two-legged kind. ***he elbows HB***As for my brother here, he's stupid. Don't pay too much attention to him.

HB: Kisses aren't stupid. Tell me about the kissing humans. I catch Mummsy and Daddy-o doing that all the time.

SPAL: And then you have to interrupt by hugging Mummsy's leg. ***he cocks a brow*** 

HB: Don't you like kissing, Maisey? I'd like to h----

SPAL: Please excuse him, Maisey.

HB: But don't you like kissing? I do.

M: Yeah, but they don't do it right. They go nose-to-nose, not nose to bu-- Never mind.

HB: Oh I'd be glad to. ***he nudges Maisey with his head***

SPAL: Maisey just ignore him. Tell us more about your Mummsy's new book.

M: *eases away from Hairball* My momma's book is about a young lady who gets left behind by a wagon train in 1850. Her name is Rebecca. She has to survive all by herself in the wilderness of New Mexico Territory—for a whole year! 

HB: It sort of sounds like you. Your Mummsy left you behind.

M: A young man named Seth finds Rebecca and rescues her, then they fall in love. But there's a problem. She's already betrothed to someone else.

HB: And I'm the young man that found you.

SPAL: ***rolls his eyes***

M: Here's the cover to my momma's book and other information:

 Sometimes a single choice alters the course of a person's life forever.

Goodreads book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21763651-come-back

  

Book information:

Title: Come Back

Author: Melissa Maygrove

Genre: Western Historical Romance

Category: Adult / New Adult

Publisher: Truelove Press

Expected release: May 12, 2014

Cover credit:

Cover design by Carrie Butler, Forward Authority Design Services

The official back cover blurb:

Left behind by everyone she loves...

Rebecca Garvey had the promise of a California future dreams are made of, until the wagon train her family was traveling with left her behind. Now she’s slowly dying in the wilderness, abandoned and stripped of her self-worth. Once the shock of her desertion turns to embittered despair, she doesn’t want to be found. Then a handsome stranger challenges her convictions and changes her mind.

Headed for Texas, chased by the demons of his past...

Seth Emerson knows exactly what he wants. Working to save for a cattle ranch of his own keeps him busy and keeps his pain buried. Rescuing a stubborn woman from the hills of New Mexico Territory isn’t part of his plan—but she’s exactly what he needs.

Making greater sacrifices than either of them could foresee...

Seth and Rebecca set off on a risky journey and a quest for truth, each healing the other’s love-starved soul along the way. Will they give in to their growing attraction?  Or will they honor their commitments when Seth returns Rebecca to civilization... and her betrothed.

Author Bio

Native Texan Melissa Maygrove is a wife, mother, nurse, freelance editor, and romance writer. When she's not busy caring for her tiny nursery patients or shuttling teenagers back and forth to after-school activities, she's hunched over her laptop, complicating the lives of her imaginary friends and playing matchmaker. Melissa loves books with unpretentious characters and unforgettable romance, and she strives to create those same kinds of stories for her readers.

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Links
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Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/106752837827430594401/posts
Goodreads author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8103285.Melissa_Maygrove 

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/melissamaygrove

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Napping on a Book Tour

Hello, Nice People! We're both napping. We're exhausted from all the blogging we do and keeping our home Zombie free, while our Mummy and Daddy-o go some place called work.

But we did get up to change positions.

Oh and let our friend Baeowolf in. He's got something share about his Daddy-o.

Okay then, Baeowolf, it's your blog for now. We're going back to our naps. Just make sure you don't eat all our foodies.

I am Baeowulf.

That’s what the humans say, and they feed me. I’m under orders. They say that’s how they spell it, too, but what do I know? I can’t spell.

They call me Bae. The only time they call me Baeowulf is when I’m in trouble, but I don’t get in trouble a lot. Only when they leave the container of good smelling food stuff out. They call it “trash”.  How am I supposed to stay out of that? I have needs.

I have a job, too. I’m security. I’m never fully asleep. I make regular patrols, especially when the missus is alone, and just after they go to bed. Nothing will get by me. That’s my job. That’s how I earn my kibble.

Someday the mailman will slip up. Then he’ll pay for daring to enter my inner defensive zone.

The humans are all excited about this thing they call “the new book”. I ate a book the other day. Not much flavor. The mister was upset, until he saw it was by some guy named William Shatner. Then he laughed and said he couldn’t stay mad. What do I know? I don’t read—I have to be on guard.

But now I have an opportunity, because they just ordered copies of “the new book”. I know who brings stuff they order: the mailman.

I’ll be ready.

Here's "the new book's" cover:

You can by my dad's book by clicking this link.

Here's what they call "the blurb":

Fifteen year old Beth Hamlin is horrified to discover her beloved summer camp must go without campfires this year, due to the fire hazard from a drought. At first she and her friends try to perk up the other campers, but Beth isn't one to just sit (or swim, or boat, or horseback) around, when there's a challenge to be met.

Beth discovers her new cabinmate, Cassidy, knows a local Cherokee who claims the ability to do a rain dance. Now all they have to do is trick the Camp Director into letting Running Creek do the dance there, avoid the local bully and a flying arrow or two … and keep from getting caught plotting with the local fire captain on a forbidden cell phone. With luck southern Indiana will get a nice, soaking rain, and when it's over Camp Inipi can have proper campfires again.

But when things go horribly wrong, the whole area is endangered by a double disaster. Now Beth, Cassidy, and the rest of their unit may be the only people who can save not only their camp, but everyone in it.

When Beth's big brother told her being a teenager could be rough, he probably didn't have this in mind.

            For over a hundred years the Girl Scouts of the USA has been guiding young women through their formative years, building character, and making the world a better place. Once you’re a Girl Scout, you’re always a Girl Scout, and that might be the best testament to the organization’s traditions of service and character building.

            This book is dedicated to the first Girl Scout, Juliette Gordon Low; to all the Scouts who came after and will continue to come together in spirit and friendship; and to all the managers, counselors, donors, parents, and others—not only in the Girl Scouts, but in all youth organizations—that build our young people into the solid citizens of tomorrow.

            A portion of the proceeds for No Campfire, Girls will be donated to a fund used to assist the Girl Scouts Camp Latonka, of Wappapello, Missouri, with its maintenance and operating costs.

It'll also help pay for my kibble and treats.

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My mom and dad with me.

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG-Staying Focused

HB & SPAL: Good morning, nice people!

HB: As you can see I'm wide awake and my brother, once again, is half asleep. 

Anyway, I got Mummsy's shoes ready for our morning walk. 

Come on, pansy! Get up! We have adventures to go on. 

SPAL: ***yawns*** 

HB: Get focused!

HB: We have a task to do our business this morning. Wake up! You don't want to whiz on a snake or something!

SPAL: ***scratches his head*** and sniffs around***.

HB: Good. Stay on task. Next, we'll eat our breakfast.

SPAL: ***follows HB*** I do this every morning.

HB: Yeah. But you've been lazy about it lately. It's pretty shabby when you whiz on your own leg.

HB: Hey! That's my bowl! Pay attention!

SPAL: Whatever. I'm going back to bed.

HB: See, nice people. This is not how you want to be. You'll never get your stuff done and it wouldn't look right if you walked around with a yellow leg like my brother does half the time. So stay focused on your tasks.

You can do it! Now say cheeeeeeze for the camera!

This post was created for Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group.

Lots of licks and belly rubs to everyone!

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: In Recovery

Hi, Nice People! Me and Sir Poops are in recovery with our Mummsy. When she went in for her colonoscopy and endoscopy this week, they did a biopsy on some spots in her stomach. She's little sore and uncomfortable right now.

And as you can see, my pansy-brother is taking another nap. 

Looks like I'll be the only helper today.

See everyone next week for the Insecure Writer's Group.

Lot's of licks and belly rubs!