The world is filled with ironies and I have always found it odd for a dog to be afraid of other dogs, but Yalu was cynophobic throughout her life. When I resided in Nashua, NH, there was a small white Pomeranian name Karma who lived a few doors down and when he came out on a leash, he would put his four paws together and hop on the grass making him look like a caterpillar, hence his nickname.
When the weather was nice, Yalu and I would sit outside and sometimes, the Caterpillar would come out. Karma was a nice dog and would want to say hello. Whenever he came near, Yalu would hide behind my chair or rush back into the basement. She wanted nothing to do with another dog and Yalu would give me strange looks whenever I petted the Caterpillar or any other dog we might meet.
Yes, I pet around, puppies of any age are so cute and need petting. Yalu really couldn’t complain because when people saw her, they wanted to pet her, but it’s always different when you’re the one getting the attention.
I returned to the Flea Market in Rowley, MA and ended up selling seven books. That seems to be the number of books I sell at flea markets on Sundays. I could complain about wanting to sell more. Then again, I am selling books so I am content that some progress has been made.
The first time I was at the Rowley Flea Market, I met a fellow named K. Peddlar Bridges who was writing a book called: Laconia Motorcycle Weeks 1916 The Beginning. Like me, he was a self published author and had a few copies of the finished product with him. Even though I could not barter a copy of his book for mine, I did buy his book.
Peddlar is going to have a public access program and invited me to be a guest. That was an offer I was glad to accept. Free advertising, not matter how big or small can only help promote my book because I really have to be at the point of being discovered by someone. I just have to be in the right place at the right time.
Now if I can just sell more than seven books at a flea market event. Doing that would be nice. Weather permitting, and right now, it looks like it is going to rain next Sunday, I will try a new location. Should there be rain, I will head back to an indoor location near Worcester, MA. Rain is supposed to be very good for indoor flea markets.
Once upon a time, there was a little brown prancing princess puppy who would go on car rides. Sometimes, the little brown prancing princess puppy would be taken to the drive through a restaurant. There were all sort of wonderful sniffs coming from the inside of the restaurant that made the little brown prancing princess puppy wag her tail.
The person inside the person presented a bag that contained a hamburger that was supposed to be made just for her. Thankfully, there was a loyal subject of the little brown prancing princess puppy ready to serve her the hamburger made just for her.
In order to make sure the little brown prancing princess puppy would not gobble up the hamburger all at once, a member of her loyal staff would fed her bits of the hamburger that was made just for her. Everything in the world of the little brown prancing princess puppy was ideal until the loyal staff ate her bit of the hamburger that was made just for her.
This plunged the little brown prancing princess puppy into a crisis. Sharing is caring only when the little brown prancing princess puppy was on the receiving end of the sharing. It would be rude to bark, yet alone bit the hand that literally fed the little brown prancing princess puppy.
That hamburger made just for a little brown prancing princess puppy. Oh the humanity of having to share a hamburger made just for her! This could have been worse than watching people eat food and then having none for the little brown prancing princess puppy.
Thankfully, the little brown prancing princess puppy had the memory of a puppy dog and once the hamburger that was made just for her was only a happy memory in her tummy, she went back to enjoying the car ride and lived happily ever after so there!