This week on Ink
Splot 26, we have a special guest blogger, author Tui T. Sutherland. Tui is the
author of the Pet Trouble series, and will be joining us on the Message
Boards in August to talk about YOUR pet troubles!
Take it away, Tui. .
I'm so excited to be here to talk to you guys about pets and
books and whatever else you want to know! I hope you have lots of questions for
me, because I love those. Or if you
have questions for my dog Sunshine, you can send them to her through my Pet
Trouble Web site,
and maybe she’ll answer them on her weekly blog!
Since I'm the author of a series of books called Pet Trouble (all about dogs behaving badly!), you
might imagine that I must have a pretty wicked little dog who inspires all my
stories. But the truth is exactly the opposite — my dog is really kind of
awesome. Virtually perfect, if you ask me or anyone in my family!
It's true. I can't help it. I am kind of perfect.
I mean, seriously — she's sweet, well-behaved, mellow but
fun, brilliant, snuggly, loyal, and perpetually adorable. Even people who
aren't crazy about dogs often meet Sunshine and say: “Well, if I could have one
like Sunshine, then maybe . . . “
OK, I'll admit I'm biased, but that doesn't mean I'm
But even absolutely perfect little dogs occasionally do
hilarious, almost-bad things. For instance, Sunshine CANNOT STAND the medicine
we give her to prevent fleas and ticks. We've tried literally every single kind
out there, and she hates them all. We even tried this all-natural herbal stuff,
and it made her just as crazy as the regular kind!
Because she's a good dog, she'll stand there quietly (well,
all hunched over and tragic-looking) while I drip the medicine on between her
shoulder blades. And then I give her lots of treats and tell her she's
wonderful, but as soon as she's eaten all the cheese I can give her, she bolts
away and starts tearing around the house like a maniac. Up the stairs! Down the stairs! Up and down and up and down
the hall! Onto our bed! RRRRRRROLLL in
the sheets! Bury herself in the pillows! Roll, roll, dig, dig, dig, frantically
leap and wriggle and bounce around! Zip off to the couch! Rrrrrrrrub her fur
all along the couch cushions!
Pause. Cautiously turn to sniff her back . . .
And OFF AGAIN! Run run run run run! Up the stairs! Down the
stairs! More frantic rolling on the bed! Fling all the pillows onto the floor. Roll,
roll, rub, rub, rub, crazy rolling and panting!
This will literally go on for hours. Even her favorite
thing, cheese, will only distract her for a minute before the rolling and
jumping begins again. We have learned to do this last thing at night, so that
we can go to bed while she tears around the house to her heart's content.
But the most important lesson we learned was a few years
ago, when we had just moved into a tiny apartment in NYC with a little garden
out the back. The “garden” was really more of a patio, but it had a five-foot
circle of dirt in the middle where we could plant flowers, so it was cute, and
Sunshine liked it, and everything was great — until we had to give her her
medicine . . .
To find out what
happened, come back to InkSplot 26 tomorrow and read the rest of the story!
— Tui T. Sutherland, Pet Trouble author
Dog photo courtesy of Tui T. Sutherland