We all have things in our pasts of which we’re not particularly proud. Corners we cut, rules we flouted. Sometimes we think we have good reasons at the time, but when we look back we realize we were just wrong.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
They say confession is good for the soul, so here’s mine. We had just moved to downtown Seattle–and I do mean downtown. We were at 2nd and Vine in Belltown for those of you who know the area. It was my first experience with truly urban living and as a small town girl at heart, I was a little daunted by the occasional gunshots we heard at night. My DH had to travel on business and there I was, my first week in the big city all by myself–me and my trusty little Susie Belle, a geriatric eight pound poodle mix.
If you have a dog, you know they have to go outside from time to time for environmental checks and to keep the world safe from squirrels. Susie was due for her 10PM piddle and the DH wasn’t there to take her. We were about a block and a half from the nearest patch of grass, but our building did have a roof garden with raised flower beds.
Now dogs weren’t allowed on the roof, much less in the flower beds, but I wouldn’t have to leave the safety of the building if I took her there. And Susie was such a small dog. What’s little piddle next to the geraniums when measured against a trek in the scary dark in search of a little grass? I reasoned what my new neighbors didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.
I tucked Susie under my arm and we sneaked into the elevator with all the stealth of a pair of ninjas. Once we reached the roof garden, I lifted her into the flower bed and encouraged her to get on with it. She merely blinked up at me.
She knew I was trying to tempt her to do wrong.
Then without warning, the automatic sprinklers came on. Susie was drenched between one heartbeat and the next. She leaped out of the flowerbed and shook for all she was worth, dousing me thoroughly. I deserved it.
Maybe it was the sudden soaking, but I realized then that I had to get over being afraid. I leashed her up and we walked down to the nearest grass. We did meet a few people on the street I normally might have found intimidating, but when they smiled at my ridiculous little dog, I knew they meant me no harm either. From that point on, I took Susie out without fear, no matter the time.
And I never put her in a flower bed again.
Mia’s newest release, Plaid Tidings, Book 1 in the Spirit of the Highlands series, hits the bookstore shelves tomorrow! Trust her, there are plenty of guilty secrets in this Scottish holiday story but none of them involve small dogs or geraniums.
Not any dashing English lord’s idea of a good time. But now that Lord Alexander Mallory has won a Scottish estate in a hand of cards, he is the unlikely laird of the wild, snowy Bonniebroch. Worse yet, the ancient pile of stones comes with a betrothal. To a fiery red-headed virgin. And a curse.
Alex will have his hands full honoring the first, seducing the second and breaking the third … all by Twelfth Night.
How about you? Do you have a guilty secret you’d like to get off your chest? Or do you just have a question for Mia? Leave a comment and you’ll be entered in the random drawing for an ebook of Plaid to the Bone, the prequel to Plaid Tidings in winner’s choice of Kindle or Nook format.
Be sure to check back here next Sunday when Mia announces her winner!