I have a puppy whom I love dearly.
In truth, he’s not really a puppy, he’s six now…
…but he’s a small dog and he often still acts like a puppy. We brought him home with us when he was eight weeks old, 2.1 lbs, right before Christmas.
He was a bit difficult at first, but it didn’t take long before he became a member of the family.
He has quite the personality.
He likes to hug and cuddle. He gets very excited when the people he loves come to visit – most especially my mother…
He has always known when I’m feeling sad or down and he always tries to make things better. I don’t think he’s ever happier than when he takes a nap cuddled up with one of us. He thinks he’s a big dog and he wants to play with the big dogs when we go to the park – German Shepherds, Labs and Retrievers, who all wonder what this miniature schnauzer thinks he’s doing.
He has many names, my puppy. My grandfather calls him Dawg. (I don’t know where he learned that spelling). We call him the Puppy, Chancellor, Sir, Mr. Poo, Poo, and Henry, of course. He is Henry.
I knew when we first met and he licked my nose that we were family and he was something special.
And so I have written a book series about Henry. My Little Henry.
It’s something I’ve been thinking about almost as long as Henry has been part of our lives. It’s something I’ve started and stopped. Now it’s something I’m working on in earnest and have actually discussed with friends (including a very talented friend who has agreed to illustrated my stories).
I’ve written five so far and I’m quite happy with them. My primary goal is to bind them together for the kid to enjoy. My secondary goal is to self publish them and sell a few. (My dream goal, of course, is having them picked up and doing book tours with Henry in tow).
(No, he really hates to fly).
So there you have it. My little project with my puppy.