I fell in love with Beethoven Tuesday night.
Oh, sure, I’ve seen pictures of him before. Even then, I thought he was cute. White-haired – with that round, pink belly, and those big soulful eyes. Who wouldn’t yearn to squeeze him? Maybe rub noses just a little bit.
. . . Provided you didn’t mind smelling his breath.
But, trust me, he is much more irresistable in real life.
In fact, I wasn’t the only one who fell in love with him. I personally counted 4 other people who all had to have a little action with Beethoven.
I met Beethoven at Nightbird Books Tuesday night. I was at the big table, doing an evening book signing for my second book – The Doll In The Wall – and having a lively conversation with Julia.
I met Julia when Lisa Sharp – the owner of Nightbird Books – brought her back to my table. Julia and I began discussing the writing process.
‘Why did you write? What started you on the journey?’ she asked.
‘Insomnia,’ I replied.
‘Do you have a specific place that inspires you?’ she asked.
‘Chocolate,’ I answered.
We were deep into the question of computer versus pencil and paper when in walked Samantha . . .
. . . with Beethoven draped on her arm. Every eye in the room riveted on him. Women sighed. Some squealed. In fact, I did a bit of both.
I ran out to the car to fetch my camera.
This is Beethoven . . . Samantha’s French Bulldog puppy. He is named Beethoven because he is deaf.
Which, oddly enough, didn’t stop me from spouting baby-talk in a room full of adults. We passed him around like a bag of m&m’s.
Next to hold him was Reynolds Sharp, Lisa’s son.
Then Meggie . . .
Then lastly of all, Lisa . . .
Even Julia got to hold him somewhere in between.
He didn’t seem to mind all the coo-ing, hugging, and kissing he got from strangers.
In fact, he bestowed polite nibbles and puppy yawns on everyone before he left. Thank you for coming, Sam . . . and for bringing Beethoven.
And thank you, Lisa, for having me at Nightbird Books. I had a great time!