Calling Me Home

Summer’s here. The garden is in and doing really well. We’ve already had several green peppers from the garden, the tomato plants are bending their branches over the edges of their cages they are so laden with baby tomatoes, the potatoes I’ve planted are growing like proverbial weeds, the corn’s already knee high and it isn’t the Fourth of July yet, and once more the squash plants are threatening total domination of the garden.
And for the first time in twenty four years, we aren’t planning a trip to Wyoming. I don’t know how I feel about that, other than a part of me feels utterly empty knowing that this summer—at least—I won’t be able to find the solace that I do in such open spaces.
I’ve told so many people that I live in Indiana, but my home is in Wyoming. And, I’ve wondered more than once how it is I can feel that a place I’ve never lived in during this lifetime can be home for me.
I’m not a wanderer. I’m very much a homebody. But that place, those spaces where the perception of distance is skewed by the sheer immenseness of it all, is where my heart calls home.
I have several friends who live in Wyoming. They’re often sharing memes about Wyoming. They also share pictures of that place I call my heart’s home. I can visit vicariously. I can see the mountains which draw me in; I can view the incredible vistas with skies so blue and clear it doesn’t seem real; I can almost hear the wind whispering as it moves through the towering Ponderosa pines, the Douglas firs, the lodgepole pines, and the aspens; and I can almost smell the dryness of the land and the sharp tang of the sage…
So, to my friends who live in Wyoming…keep sharing your pictures.
I will be there. Perhaps not this summer, but I will be there. I will live there in this lifetime. Wyoming is calling me home.

Not so Completely

It’s supposedly summer here in the Midwest. All the signs point to it: my collies are supplying undercoat to line the sparrow nests, which I’m sure the mommy and daddy sparrows appreciate to give their little ones a warm, soft place to grow up; the trees are in full leaf; the grass is green (and DH is mowing once a week); the pool is open and the annual battle to get the algae out of the water after wintering has begun; the garden is in; and the mosquitoes, chiggers, and no-see-ums have returned in force due to a cool, rainy spring and so far the summer is following that trend, and I’m not looking at judging panels due to the fact all my collies are shedding.
Usually in the summer, I’m able to concentrate on getting at least the rough draft to two stories in place. Usually…so far this summer, I haven’t had the time to write. Now that I finally do, I’m not writing anything new. Instead, I’m gutting an older romance (the very first one I wrote lo these many moons ago) and completely reworking it so that I can submit it to my publisher. For more than twenty years, this romance has been titled Completely and has moved from my Brother Word Processor, to my first lap top and to every subsequent lap top. 
I had toyed with the idea of self-publishing that romance and decided I didn’t want to go that route.
Gutting and reworking that romance is harder than I thought. This is a couple that has been with me from the very beginning. It was into their world I escaped when reality became just too ugly to bear. When I was ready to give up on the dream of ever being a published author, it was their voices I heard, pleading with me not to let their story die untold. It was her love of Wyoming that I felt the first time DH and I went to that wild, open, harsh and beautiful land.
Because they make an appearance in both The Devil’s Own Desperado and my upcoming release Smolder on a Slow Burn I’ve known all along I will have to finally share their whole story. Harrison Taylor with his seeming inability to see any of the finer shades of gray and Rachel’s down-to-earth common sense combined with her indomitable and unflagging will to thrive are the cornerstone I’ve placed for a whole series of romances set in the town of Federal, in what was then the Wyoming Territory.
The hardest part of gutting and reworking their story was convincing both of them that I had to do this. When it’s been their voices, their story, I’ve carried with me for so many years, they have an annoying and unnerving tendency to start screaming at me when I change something that whatever I’m changing “Isn’t how it happened!”
While reworking their story, I realized I was starting it in the wrong place. I didn’t need the introduction of Jake Giles on the very first page. I could still show Rachel’s strength without Jake. When I rewrote that opening scene, I must have done it right, because both Rachel and Harrison were conspicuously silent in the back of my head. There was no mutterings, no exasperated sighs, no outbursts about that not being how the events unfolded.
I’m about halfway through reworking the entire story line and I realized that a pivotal moment can’t happen when it originally did. I wonder if they’re going to complain when I change that.

Bring Her Home

Can you imagine your worst nightmare involving one of your beloved dogs? How about your worst nightmare involving a beloved champion? What about your worst nightmare involving the very people who should have helped turn that nightmare into a happy ending?
A week after the collie nationals, the American Shetland Sheepdog Club held their national specialty in St. Louis, Missouri. A dog was lost while that specialty was underway. I’m not talking about the tri boy who got away from his people at Purina Farms, because that nightmare had a very happy ending. He was found about a week after the Sheltie Nationals—hungry, thirsty, a little thin and with a few hitch-hikers of the external parasitic types—but he is fine and is with his owner as I write. I’m talking about a dog which was left with a pet sitter in Ohio while her owner was in Missouri, got out of a fenced yard, was picked up by the local humane society, and was taken in after three days by a local breed rescue, run by a woman named Penny Sanderbeck.
Nightmare over for Piper and her owner, right?
This rescue, which was supported by the local specialty clubs, supported by the parent club, has refused to give Piper back to her rightful owners. Piper’s owner bred, whelped, and had Piper shown by a top handler. She tried to get Piper back and was stonewalled. She offered to present proof of AKC registration, offered to pay for a DNA test on Piper to prove Piper is indeed Piper, offered to have the handler who showed Piper to her championship identify Piper. Nothing was good enough for Penny. In desperation, Piper’s owner called friends in the area to try to get Piper. A mediator from the parent club attempted to get Piper returned to her owner—all to no avail.
Attorneys are now involved, or so it’s my understanding.
This whole situation is wrong on so many levels that it makes my head spin. Penny Sanderbeck has pulled down her web site, shut down her Facebook page, will not go to meet and greets—all because she said she has been “harassed” by people who want her to do the right thing and return Piper to her breeder/owner. Supposedly, Ms. Sanderbeck also stated that because of the harassment, she was not returning Piper. SAY WHAT???????
Now, I’m not suggesting that anyone contact Ms. Sanderbeck and try to convince her to return Piper. As a matter of fact, I am begging people NOT TO DO THAT! But, I am asking that you go to and make a donation to Piper’s fund. None of us should have to mount a protracted and expensive legal battle to get one of our beloved dogs back from a rescue, not when that dog was positively identified through the use of a microchip (the shelter that held her for three days made an attempt—on Good Friday afternoon—to contact the veterinarian who implanted the chip and is Piper’s veterinarian), not when so many people were urging this “rescue” to do the right thing and return Piper, not when Piper’s owner was willing to undergo the expense of a DNA test to prove that was her dog.
If you want to read more about Piper and how these events unfolded (and hopefully will still unfold with a 
happy resolution for Piper and her breeder/owner), here are several links.
This was written by Animal Legal Resources, LLC in response to Piper’s theft  –
Article written by The Examiner regarding Piper-
Please keep Piper and her breeder/owner, Veronica Covatch, in your thoughts and prayers. If you can afford to, send Piper’s legal fund a few dollars. Every little bit helps. And pray that the legal system will get Piper back where she belongs. Veronica has waited long enough to get her baby home. This has gone on long enough.