Nancy May's Blog - Posts Tagged "dogs"
April is Autism Awareness Month
Yes, it's only the middle of March but after all, that is the month to "March Forward!" With that in mind, may I suggest putting Dogs Don't Talk on your to-read list as part of Autism Awareness Month? Not only is this novel about the McDowell's rescue dog Rosie, but Dogs Don't Talk tackles, as reviewer Jane Lynch wrote, "aspects of self-confidence, dealing with bullying, and not being afraid to be yourself."
Benjamin must tackle those issues as many teens do. But because his family won the "autism lottery", he gets embarrassed for standing out in ways he doesn't want. Dogs Don't Talk is a funny, yet warmhearted look at how autism effects a family.
Benjamin must tackle those issues as many teens do. But because his family won the "autism lottery", he gets embarrassed for standing out in ways he doesn't want. Dogs Don't Talk is a funny, yet warmhearted look at how autism effects a family.
Dog Imperfect
Spring is usually the time to think about new life. But this spring brought my family the loss of our sweet dog Petey. He was the inspiration for Marty in Dogs Don't Talk.
Having to say goodbye to our beloved dog was something I always envisioned for the distant future. I heard others speak of the grief of losing a dog and could never really grasp their depth of grief. Yes, I had a bit of the "it's just a dog" attitude. After all, that's a rational way of thinking about the death of a creature. But that attitude didn't inoculate me from the pain that can only be understood once having gone through it. Now the question I always thought a little silly - "Is there a dog heaven?"- becomes an important theological question.
In his death, Petey has taught me that loss is an inevitable and painful part of life. Having lost a parent I already knew this and yet it is a lesson that must be learned over and over again.
This has also been a time for reflection as well. Was I a good dog owner? Did I spoil him too much? To be sure, he wasn't a perfect dog: Counter surfing, more than a few accidents in the house and boy, despite training, I never got the Dog Whisperer role completely down as we went on our daily walks.
But his big black eyes always had the "little pup lost" expression that melted away my anger after discovering a half-eaten sandwich. I took his pulling on the leash because he detected a smell along side our path as unabashed enthusiasm, not the uncontrolled animalistic urges I should have addressed better.
Loss brings reflections and lessons on how we can go on living more fully and effectively. Thornton Wilder expressed it so eloquently in the character of Emily in his play, Our Town:
"Let's really look at one another!...It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another...Oh, earth, you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you."
So I can only imagine how much better heaven is! And there, God's creatures are at peace and full of joy. See you soon, Petey.
Having to say goodbye to our beloved dog was something I always envisioned for the distant future. I heard others speak of the grief of losing a dog and could never really grasp their depth of grief. Yes, I had a bit of the "it's just a dog" attitude. After all, that's a rational way of thinking about the death of a creature. But that attitude didn't inoculate me from the pain that can only be understood once having gone through it. Now the question I always thought a little silly - "Is there a dog heaven?"- becomes an important theological question.
In his death, Petey has taught me that loss is an inevitable and painful part of life. Having lost a parent I already knew this and yet it is a lesson that must be learned over and over again.
This has also been a time for reflection as well. Was I a good dog owner? Did I spoil him too much? To be sure, he wasn't a perfect dog: Counter surfing, more than a few accidents in the house and boy, despite training, I never got the Dog Whisperer role completely down as we went on our daily walks.
But his big black eyes always had the "little pup lost" expression that melted away my anger after discovering a half-eaten sandwich. I took his pulling on the leash because he detected a smell along side our path as unabashed enthusiasm, not the uncontrolled animalistic urges I should have addressed better.
Loss brings reflections and lessons on how we can go on living more fully and effectively. Thornton Wilder expressed it so eloquently in the character of Emily in his play, Our Town:
"Let's really look at one another!...It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another...Oh, earth, you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you."
So I can only imagine how much better heaven is! And there, God's creatures are at peace and full of joy. See you soon, Petey.
Interview on Intermat
Talking to Mark Palmer of InterMat Wrestling was a delight. Having come from a journalism background myself, it was interesting to be on the receiving end of an interview. Mark is not only a wrestling enthusiast and writer, but but a seasoned pro at interviews.
Enjoy!
http://www.intermatwrestle.com/articl...
Nancy May
Dogs Don't Talk
Enjoy!
http://www.intermatwrestle.com/articl...
Nancy May
Dogs Don't Talk
Giveaway!
I'm having a Dogs Don't Talk Giveaway here at Goodreads. I have five copies to give away. Enter by June 25. Good luck!
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