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November 4, 2023
Mac’s Moments – New Book Idea
Greetings,
Here is a quick update on our home. We mostly recovered from COVID although my sinuses are still a little wacky and I feel drained all day long. It is not a sleepy feeling, more like someone beat me all night long making every muscle feel tight and weak. Pop made it through another week with little change to his status. The medical experts believe there will be a drastic change when his time is near.
Monday sees me at the computer trying to figure out something to write. Although there are many ideas floating in my head, none of them seem to become coherent enough to set my fingers to pecking. I try walking to clear my head and nothing forms into a story while aimlessly walking the yard. The struggle is real.
As the day progresses, many short stories written years ago spring forth from my memory. They make me smile as they come to mind. After sharing with friends years ago, it is my encouragement to write books today. I now have five books with a sixth in the works. A clever idea breaks across my mind to put these stories into a collection for everyone else to enjoy.
These stories are birthed from my dreams that wake me in the middle of the night. The oldest seeing twenty-five years of changes from rewrites and edits. I gather my favorites and put them into a book format. My working title is Short Stories from My Dreams. Currently, there categorized by genre with the first section called Falling in Love. These six shorts express people falling in love. The next section conveys sad sediments from tragedies of life. After that, the stories cover amusing circumstances and finally the last are tales of people finding redemption in life.
I hope to have the book ready for professional editing by the end of November. After the first of the New Year, I can send ARCs out to those of you who might like to be the first to read it. I am hoping to publish in early spring next year and would like to have at least twenty-five reviews available soon after the publication date. If you are interested in being an ARC reader, email me at dannymac@dannnymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Here is a quick update on our home. We mostly recovered from COVID although my sinuses are still a little wacky and I feel drained all day long. It is not a sleepy feeling, more like someone beat me all night long making every muscle feel tight and weak. Pop made it through another week with little change to his status. The medical experts believe there will be a drastic change when his time is near.
Monday sees me at the computer trying to figure out something to write. Although there are many ideas floating in my head, none of them seem to become coherent enough to set my fingers to pecking. I try walking to clear my head and nothing forms into a story while aimlessly walking the yard. The struggle is real.
As the day progresses, many short stories written years ago spring forth from my memory. They make me smile as they come to mind. After sharing with friends years ago, it is my encouragement to write books today. I now have five books with a sixth in the works. A clever idea breaks across my mind to put these stories into a collection for everyone else to enjoy.
These stories are birthed from my dreams that wake me in the middle of the night. The oldest seeing twenty-five years of changes from rewrites and edits. I gather my favorites and put them into a book format. My working title is Short Stories from My Dreams. Currently, there categorized by genre with the first section called Falling in Love. These six shorts express people falling in love. The next section conveys sad sediments from tragedies of life. After that, the stories cover amusing circumstances and finally the last are tales of people finding redemption in life.
I hope to have the book ready for professional editing by the end of November. After the first of the New Year, I can send ARCs out to those of you who might like to be the first to read it. I am hoping to publish in early spring next year and would like to have at least twenty-five reviews available soon after the publication date. If you are interested in being an ARC reader, email me at dannymac@dannnymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
October 28, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Pray for Us
Greetings,
I have not written a blog, short story, or my next book in the past month. October started off with the shock of learning my father-in-law, Pop, has brain cancer and the neurosurgeon gave him two months to live. We spent the next week making final arrangements so his end may be comfortable with the least amount of pain and anxiety. With the help of people specializing in end-of-life care, we got him into a facility that can care for his every need, monitor his well-being, and properly manage his pain.
After settling him into his last bed, we were able to visit him just once when Tammy, my wife and his daughter came down with COVID-19. By Friday, our daughter caught the awful bug and on Saturday, it caught up to me. Barb, Pop’s wife of fifty-five years, also succumbed to this persistent virus. The whole house reverberated with coughs, sniffles, and groans of sinus pressure for two weeks.
We didn’t dare expose our sickness to Pop and others living out their last days at the nursing facility. This absence was especially draining on Barb missing her husband. This week, the symptoms cleared and we were able to visit the old man again. He barely recognized us as the growth in his brain took away his ability to comprehend.
It is cathartic for me to write even regarding our strained situation. I hope to get back into the habit of writing every day again. I ask that everyone reading this say a little prayer to help us get through the next month or so.
I have a year’s worth of dog stories in my previous blogs. I am thinking of making a coffee-table book out of the many stories to share with the world. With the pressing time we live in, I decided to change the format of my blog to something a little more meaningful.
God bless,
Danny Mac
I have not written a blog, short story, or my next book in the past month. October started off with the shock of learning my father-in-law, Pop, has brain cancer and the neurosurgeon gave him two months to live. We spent the next week making final arrangements so his end may be comfortable with the least amount of pain and anxiety. With the help of people specializing in end-of-life care, we got him into a facility that can care for his every need, monitor his well-being, and properly manage his pain.
After settling him into his last bed, we were able to visit him just once when Tammy, my wife and his daughter came down with COVID-19. By Friday, our daughter caught the awful bug and on Saturday, it caught up to me. Barb, Pop’s wife of fifty-five years, also succumbed to this persistent virus. The whole house reverberated with coughs, sniffles, and groans of sinus pressure for two weeks.
We didn’t dare expose our sickness to Pop and others living out their last days at the nursing facility. This absence was especially draining on Barb missing her husband. This week, the symptoms cleared and we were able to visit the old man again. He barely recognized us as the growth in his brain took away his ability to comprehend.
It is cathartic for me to write even regarding our strained situation. I hope to get back into the habit of writing every day again. I ask that everyone reading this say a little prayer to help us get through the next month or so.
I have a year’s worth of dog stories in my previous blogs. I am thinking of making a coffee-table book out of the many stories to share with the world. With the pressing time we live in, I decided to change the format of my blog to something a little more meaningful.
God bless,
Danny Mac
September 29, 2023
My Entitled Dog – Strange Dogs
Happy Friday Everyone,
Monday morning find myself listening to a Reddit story on YouTube before starting my writing for the day. Yes, I like to procrastinate. It is a writer’s thing. The intro just finished and the first story began with an explanation setting the scene when “Arroo Grouuu,” shouts across the house. The Ginger colored dog in a panic races down the stairs towards the front windows and repeats, “Arroo Grouuu.”
This is her other dog alert but it is much more robust and fervent. I hear from her freakish alarm there is something different regarding this dog. “Grrrrr Arroo Grouuu,” starts off her explanation. There are two dogs much bigger than she had seen before with a tuff of hair dripping from the chins. Ginger is convinced that the dangling hair is remnants of other animals devour minutes before seeing them and from their fat bellies bulging out from the gorging on the carcass.
Unable to hear my story, I pause it and then crawl out of my chair to investigate this demon from the underworld as described by our dog’s howling. The fog on the window caused by incessant growling and whining is well below my line of sight. I easily spot the beasts of death and determine them to be harmless. “They are our neighbor’s goats,” the loud explanation to her.
“Grummmbuuulll,” comes low and slow of her mouth as if to say, “You don’t know what you are talking about.” So our dog does the most entitled thing she can think of. She goes to complain to the manager of the house, Mom. I hear moaning criticisms all the way up the steps into the craft room. A few more low disparagements and Mom states back, “Yes, those are goats and totally harmless.”
Ginger marches back to me with a smug, “You are in trouble now look.”
“She confirmed they are goats and not some evil creatures come to destroy our home!”
Ginger looks out the window again and the owner has put them away out of sight. Queen Ginger triumphantly takes her perch on her royal throne on the couch to gloat over her victory in vanquishing the disturbing beast of prey lurking in our neighborhood.
I shipped ten books this week of Death to the Devil’s Dragon to fulfill the GR giveaway. Buy your copy for just $7.99 for the paperback and $2.99 for the Kindle version.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Monday morning find myself listening to a Reddit story on YouTube before starting my writing for the day. Yes, I like to procrastinate. It is a writer’s thing. The intro just finished and the first story began with an explanation setting the scene when “Arroo Grouuu,” shouts across the house. The Ginger colored dog in a panic races down the stairs towards the front windows and repeats, “Arroo Grouuu.”
This is her other dog alert but it is much more robust and fervent. I hear from her freakish alarm there is something different regarding this dog. “Grrrrr Arroo Grouuu,” starts off her explanation. There are two dogs much bigger than she had seen before with a tuff of hair dripping from the chins. Ginger is convinced that the dangling hair is remnants of other animals devour minutes before seeing them and from their fat bellies bulging out from the gorging on the carcass.
Unable to hear my story, I pause it and then crawl out of my chair to investigate this demon from the underworld as described by our dog’s howling. The fog on the window caused by incessant growling and whining is well below my line of sight. I easily spot the beasts of death and determine them to be harmless. “They are our neighbor’s goats,” the loud explanation to her.
“Grummmbuuulll,” comes low and slow of her mouth as if to say, “You don’t know what you are talking about.” So our dog does the most entitled thing she can think of. She goes to complain to the manager of the house, Mom. I hear moaning criticisms all the way up the steps into the craft room. A few more low disparagements and Mom states back, “Yes, those are goats and totally harmless.”
Ginger marches back to me with a smug, “You are in trouble now look.”
“She confirmed they are goats and not some evil creatures come to destroy our home!”
Ginger looks out the window again and the owner has put them away out of sight. Queen Ginger triumphantly takes her perch on her royal throne on the couch to gloat over her victory in vanquishing the disturbing beast of prey lurking in our neighborhood.
I shipped ten books this week of Death to the Devil’s Dragon to fulfill the GR giveaway. Buy your copy for just $7.99 for the paperback and $2.99 for the Kindle version.
God bless,
Danny Mac
September 22, 2023
My Entitled Dog – Convenient Cushion
Happy Friday Everyone,
During the summer, Tammy, my wife, and I sell goods at a local farmer’s market. Along with various vegetables from the garden, we sell my wife’s art projects, my books, and breads made from scratch. Tammy makes a quick bread of cinnamon and raisin, and recently added a glazed pumpkin bread. My daughter starts Thursday evening blooming flour and yeast to make French Country Bread for Saturday morning sales.
Fridays become awash with activity. I publish my blog before ten and after Tammy and my daughter fill the kitchen for a day of baking. Naturally, our entitled dog thinks she should be part of the process and adds her two cents to the craziness while I hide out in the TV room or find things to do outside the home.
As the two women bake up tasty treats, they talk incessantly. After a couple of dozen of “Ginger, please stay out of the way,” Ginger decides to camp out in her favorite spot, directly in front of the patio window with the sun warming her cold heart.
However being the queen of the house, lying on the hard tile floor is beneath her. She sashays over to my chair and takes the pillow that supports my back in the hard dining room chair. It takes several pulls to maneuver it under the armrest and she struts it back to the sun-shined floor. There with a groan of contentment, she baths in the sun while her peasants bake in the kitchen.
She positioned herself with an eye toward the work so she could micromanage her slaves toiling before her. Whenever her servants take a break or don’t work fast enough, Ginger grumbles out the next order without removing her chin from the softness of the padding supporting her head.
Mom texted me a picture of her royal highness with the story of her superior supervisory competencies as I was running errands around town. I could hear the snickers coming through the texts as she informed me of the Grand Master Baker barking out orders to her two lowly dough people. I suppose this is another title for our entitled dog.
The giveaway finished on Goodreads for Death to the Devil’s Dragon. The books should ship this weekend or early next week. Thank you for participating and congratulations to the winners.
God bless,
Danny Mac
During the summer, Tammy, my wife, and I sell goods at a local farmer’s market. Along with various vegetables from the garden, we sell my wife’s art projects, my books, and breads made from scratch. Tammy makes a quick bread of cinnamon and raisin, and recently added a glazed pumpkin bread. My daughter starts Thursday evening blooming flour and yeast to make French Country Bread for Saturday morning sales.
Fridays become awash with activity. I publish my blog before ten and after Tammy and my daughter fill the kitchen for a day of baking. Naturally, our entitled dog thinks she should be part of the process and adds her two cents to the craziness while I hide out in the TV room or find things to do outside the home.
As the two women bake up tasty treats, they talk incessantly. After a couple of dozen of “Ginger, please stay out of the way,” Ginger decides to camp out in her favorite spot, directly in front of the patio window with the sun warming her cold heart.
However being the queen of the house, lying on the hard tile floor is beneath her. She sashays over to my chair and takes the pillow that supports my back in the hard dining room chair. It takes several pulls to maneuver it under the armrest and she struts it back to the sun-shined floor. There with a groan of contentment, she baths in the sun while her peasants bake in the kitchen.
She positioned herself with an eye toward the work so she could micromanage her slaves toiling before her. Whenever her servants take a break or don’t work fast enough, Ginger grumbles out the next order without removing her chin from the softness of the padding supporting her head.
Mom texted me a picture of her royal highness with the story of her superior supervisory competencies as I was running errands around town. I could hear the snickers coming through the texts as she informed me of the Grand Master Baker barking out orders to her two lowly dough people. I suppose this is another title for our entitled dog.
The giveaway finished on Goodreads for Death to the Devil’s Dragon. The books should ship this weekend or early next week. Thank you for participating and congratulations to the winners.
God bless,
Danny Mac
September 15, 2023
My Entitled Dog – Ginger’s Ire
Happy Friday Everyone,
This past Monday, Ginger spent the morning moaning and complaining on the couch. These were not the cries of pain which is a piercing whistle splitting your eardrums, but the groans of a petulant child or an adult being yelled at for the first time in their lives.
I am happy to announce that these grievances were not aimed at me but at her beloved mother who does no wrong. That’s right folks, Ginger’s angst was aimed straight at mom, aka the boss, the manager, the last word in the house. It was usually Ginger going to Mom because I wouldn’t let her bark at the stray leaf floating along the ground. This time, it was Dad hearing gripes about Mom.
What did Mom do to deserve the torment of such an emotional breakdown? She wouldn’t let Ginger chew on her paw until her heart’s content. I don’t know why her foot itched but I do know for an hour or so Ginger was gnawing on it like an old bone to the point where Mom thought it could cause more damage.
After the third time of stopping our old set-in-her-ways dog, Ginger growled in disdain. To which, Mom yelled back at her in a stern voice reserved only for me. The pitter-patter of disgusted paws marched through the house as Queen Ginger perched on the couch pouting over the cruel and unusual nature of Mom directed at her.
As I passed through the living room, “Mmmmnnnn, Grnnnmmm, and Rmmmnnn,” hovered in the air in a deep tone of despair and disappointment that only a wronged entitled dog of royal blood could emit. Clearly, these translated to, “Well, I never,” and “This isn’t right,” and “I’ll sue.”
“Well don’t growl at your mother,” smarmily slipped through my lips.
“Grnmrrrmm,” grumbled back to me. I took it to mean, “Off with her head,” as the Queen of Hearts said to Alice.
I hollered up the stairs, “She is mad at you.”
“She can’t be chewing on her foot that way,” stormed back down.
“Rrnmgrrrmm,” I interpreted, “I’ll do what I want.” And so, it was just another day with an entitled dog always wanting everything her way.
About the picture: The disdain erupting from the couch chilled the house.
Death to the Devil’s Dragon received its first review. A four-star rating with a glowing review from a reader from Goodreads. I would love to hear your comments on my latest book.
God bless,
Danny Mac
This past Monday, Ginger spent the morning moaning and complaining on the couch. These were not the cries of pain which is a piercing whistle splitting your eardrums, but the groans of a petulant child or an adult being yelled at for the first time in their lives.
I am happy to announce that these grievances were not aimed at me but at her beloved mother who does no wrong. That’s right folks, Ginger’s angst was aimed straight at mom, aka the boss, the manager, the last word in the house. It was usually Ginger going to Mom because I wouldn’t let her bark at the stray leaf floating along the ground. This time, it was Dad hearing gripes about Mom.
What did Mom do to deserve the torment of such an emotional breakdown? She wouldn’t let Ginger chew on her paw until her heart’s content. I don’t know why her foot itched but I do know for an hour or so Ginger was gnawing on it like an old bone to the point where Mom thought it could cause more damage.
After the third time of stopping our old set-in-her-ways dog, Ginger growled in disdain. To which, Mom yelled back at her in a stern voice reserved only for me. The pitter-patter of disgusted paws marched through the house as Queen Ginger perched on the couch pouting over the cruel and unusual nature of Mom directed at her.
As I passed through the living room, “Mmmmnnnn, Grnnnmmm, and Rmmmnnn,” hovered in the air in a deep tone of despair and disappointment that only a wronged entitled dog of royal blood could emit. Clearly, these translated to, “Well, I never,” and “This isn’t right,” and “I’ll sue.”
“Well don’t growl at your mother,” smarmily slipped through my lips.
“Grnmrrrmm,” grumbled back to me. I took it to mean, “Off with her head,” as the Queen of Hearts said to Alice.
I hollered up the stairs, “She is mad at you.”
“She can’t be chewing on her foot that way,” stormed back down.
“Rrnmgrrrmm,” I interpreted, “I’ll do what I want.” And so, it was just another day with an entitled dog always wanting everything her way.
About the picture: The disdain erupting from the couch chilled the house.
Death to the Devil’s Dragon received its first review. A four-star rating with a glowing review from a reader from Goodreads. I would love to hear your comments on my latest book.
God bless,
Danny Mac
September 8, 2023
My Entitled Dog – Chief Inspector
Happy Friday Everyone,
The rain has shown to be bipolar this year. Entering April we were lacking in rain by several inches. A refreshing rain soaked the ground starting in mid-April and didn’t let up until the end of May. This brought our negative precipitation numbers well into the positive levels.
As May rolled over into June, the skies showed bright with barely a sprinkle in the forecast. The sunny warm days were made even more pleasant by the lack of humidity gagging the air. By the end of June, the rainfall dropped well below normal and the weather people started chanting drought as my grass began to turn brown.
We celebrated the Fourth of July with clouds moving into the region. The next day saw a downpour greening everything and rained again two days later. While the heat dome filled most of this country, we sat just outside it bringing rain almost every day that comes with being on the cusp of hot and cool weather. The constant barrage of rainwater culminated in a three-day deluge with a twelve-hour overnight storm towards the end of August.
My lawn grew very green yard with a few spots too soggy to mow without leaving brown tread marks in the grass. My neighbor had it worse and called the county for help. Wednesday saw them digging out the ditch in our front yards to keep the runoff moving. This created a bark-fest in our house as the Lord Protector of the House and Defender of the Neighborhood didn’t approve of the work with her status as Queen Ginger.
As the workers moved across the front of our yard, she settled down to just watching them with an occasional complaint when they stopped. A gruff, “Ruff,” as if to say, “Get back to work,” came from the queen sitting in her perch micro-managing everything. I snapped a picture of her dictating from the couch and asked, “Are you the Chief Inspector?” She grinned and nodded yes to me accepting the new title I bestowed on her.
About the picture: Ginger supervising the work out front and gaining the new title of Chief Inspector.
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Death to the Devil’s Dragon has sold a dozen copies. Add this thrilling fantasy to your TBR stack with the paperback is reasonably priced at $7.99 and Kindle at $2.99.
God bless,
Danny Mac
The rain has shown to be bipolar this year. Entering April we were lacking in rain by several inches. A refreshing rain soaked the ground starting in mid-April and didn’t let up until the end of May. This brought our negative precipitation numbers well into the positive levels.
As May rolled over into June, the skies showed bright with barely a sprinkle in the forecast. The sunny warm days were made even more pleasant by the lack of humidity gagging the air. By the end of June, the rainfall dropped well below normal and the weather people started chanting drought as my grass began to turn brown.
We celebrated the Fourth of July with clouds moving into the region. The next day saw a downpour greening everything and rained again two days later. While the heat dome filled most of this country, we sat just outside it bringing rain almost every day that comes with being on the cusp of hot and cool weather. The constant barrage of rainwater culminated in a three-day deluge with a twelve-hour overnight storm towards the end of August.
My lawn grew very green yard with a few spots too soggy to mow without leaving brown tread marks in the grass. My neighbor had it worse and called the county for help. Wednesday saw them digging out the ditch in our front yards to keep the runoff moving. This created a bark-fest in our house as the Lord Protector of the House and Defender of the Neighborhood didn’t approve of the work with her status as Queen Ginger.
As the workers moved across the front of our yard, she settled down to just watching them with an occasional complaint when they stopped. A gruff, “Ruff,” as if to say, “Get back to work,” came from the queen sitting in her perch micro-managing everything. I snapped a picture of her dictating from the couch and asked, “Are you the Chief Inspector?” She grinned and nodded yes to me accepting the new title I bestowed on her.
About the picture: Ginger supervising the work out front and gaining the new title of Chief Inspector.
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Death to the Devil’s Dragon has sold a dozen copies. Add this thrilling fantasy to your TBR stack with the paperback is reasonably priced at $7.99 and Kindle at $2.99.
God bless,
Danny Mac
September 1, 2023
My Dog is a Karen – Ginger’s Rebuttal
Happy Friday Everyone,
Well, it happened again. Someone, probably Mom, read last week’s blog to Ginger which sent a torrent of karen rants throughout our happy home all day Friday well into this new week. She made up to me only after I promised her to tell her story today. Her account:
Dad makes me sound like a whimpering lap puppy instead of the great protector of my family. He over-exaggerated my slight concern over the welfare of our home during a nightlong tempest of Biblical proportions almost razing our home. He does this because he lost what good sense God gave him. He can’t remember my name most of the time. He calls me Furry Butt, Furry Face, Floppy Ears, and most recently Old Gray Beard like his chin doesn’t stand like a beacon on a moonless night. The strangest comment is when he let me in my door, he said, “Sit Ubu, sit.” I don’t even know what that means.
The other day while monitoring the house from the comfort of my newest bed, the malicious dog from next door barked perking my ears to the danger. I run for the door to safeguard our abode from this hideous beast and Dad lets me out. He stands in the doorway shouting, “Don’t you bark or you’re coming back in.”
I spot the dog gazing into our yard determining his best options of attack when he stuck his tongue at me. I felt the hair on my back rise and the tiniest of ruff slipped from my mouth when I heard, “Ginger, don’t do it!” from a crossed-eyed old man. Of course, he remembered my name at that moment.
Then the dog of the most evil mindset turns away and I know this is a diversion before he charges us. I let out a small warning yelp and Dad marches into the yard, grabs my lead, and forces me back into the house. I did not like this one bit and from his gray-bearded mouth, “Quit your grumbling!” sharply pierces my ears.
To top everything, even after a multitude of fans telling him not to, he keeps breaking my cookies in half. Please, for the health and happiness of a poor old dog, won’t you tell him to stop breaking treats and give me a whole one?
About the picture: Ginger’s normal vigilance against intruders entering our house.
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Death to the Devil’s Dragon premiers today. Buy this thrilling Kindle book by midnight for the introductory price of 99 cents before the price goes up to $2.99. The paperback is reasonably priced at $7.99.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Well, it happened again. Someone, probably Mom, read last week’s blog to Ginger which sent a torrent of karen rants throughout our happy home all day Friday well into this new week. She made up to me only after I promised her to tell her story today. Her account:
Dad makes me sound like a whimpering lap puppy instead of the great protector of my family. He over-exaggerated my slight concern over the welfare of our home during a nightlong tempest of Biblical proportions almost razing our home. He does this because he lost what good sense God gave him. He can’t remember my name most of the time. He calls me Furry Butt, Furry Face, Floppy Ears, and most recently Old Gray Beard like his chin doesn’t stand like a beacon on a moonless night. The strangest comment is when he let me in my door, he said, “Sit Ubu, sit.” I don’t even know what that means.
The other day while monitoring the house from the comfort of my newest bed, the malicious dog from next door barked perking my ears to the danger. I run for the door to safeguard our abode from this hideous beast and Dad lets me out. He stands in the doorway shouting, “Don’t you bark or you’re coming back in.”
I spot the dog gazing into our yard determining his best options of attack when he stuck his tongue at me. I felt the hair on my back rise and the tiniest of ruff slipped from my mouth when I heard, “Ginger, don’t do it!” from a crossed-eyed old man. Of course, he remembered my name at that moment.
Then the dog of the most evil mindset turns away and I know this is a diversion before he charges us. I let out a small warning yelp and Dad marches into the yard, grabs my lead, and forces me back into the house. I did not like this one bit and from his gray-bearded mouth, “Quit your grumbling!” sharply pierces my ears.
To top everything, even after a multitude of fans telling him not to, he keeps breaking my cookies in half. Please, for the health and happiness of a poor old dog, won’t you tell him to stop breaking treats and give me a whole one?
About the picture: Ginger’s normal vigilance against intruders entering our house.
Subscribe for alerts at my website and receive notices of my blogs, book updates, and other happenings.
Death to the Devil’s Dragon premiers today. Buy this thrilling Kindle book by midnight for the introductory price of 99 cents before the price goes up to $2.99. The paperback is reasonably priced at $7.99.
God bless,
Danny Mac
August 25, 2023
My Dog is a Karen – Never Ending Storm
Happy Friday Everyone,
The first storm crashed into our corner of the world around three in the afternoon. The darkness of the mid-day clouds brightens with flashes of lighting. Anywhere from two to eight seconds later, our house shutters from the vibration of the delayed thunder.
Our self-proclaimed Lord Protector of the House and Defender of the Neighborhood paces the house with jittery nervousness. With her ears pinned back against her skull and tail tucked far beneath her body, she seeks for a secure corner to rest. Every resting location shakes with the next clap of thunder and her search for peace resumes.
Several calming cookies and a kind word from Mom convince the shaking dog into her cave. Mom made the cave earlier this year as crawling under the bed at Ginger’s ten years of age proves deleterious to her body. The cave is a rejected cage with a large pillow base and several comforters blocking out all light and reducing the sounds of the storm. The cave has only minimal effect on the house shaking from the heavy bass of the rolling thunder.
Mom dumps an inch of rain from the gauge at five only for the next storm to roll through at seven. It is not too bad until a single flash starts at the front of the house wraps around and glares through the back windows. As the last of the light dissipates, the rattling rumble commences from the north, shakes through the house, and dwindles off to the south.
Mom settles into our bedroom with Ginger hiding in her cave sedated by calming cookies as every half hour another wave of lighting, thunder, and then heavy rain pangs against our house. As bedtime rolls around, a singular bright light turns night into day for just a brief moment. The immediate blast of thunder makes me jump in my recliner. Ginger sets off for a more secure location.
Wave after wave of thunderheads pass through the region every half hour with each bringing its own style of trouble to our dog. Mom gathers her back into her cave and lays on the floor securing Ginger with a warm body next to hers. Sometime after daybreak, the last of the massive tempest passes over us. Mom dumps more than two inches of rain in the gloomy morning air.
After writing the initial draft of this blog, another wave of storms passed by. Naturally, Ginger freaks out at what was minor thunder compared to the night before. As I pass the craft room, Mom wants me to see her latest project. The room lights up like every bulb blew at the same time. While the room is still lit like an old-fashioned flash camera, CRACK. The whole house jumped with excitement. Now Mom and I with the dog needed calming cookies.
About the picture: Our homemade cave of protection to shield Ginger from thunderous storms.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
The first storm crashed into our corner of the world around three in the afternoon. The darkness of the mid-day clouds brightens with flashes of lighting. Anywhere from two to eight seconds later, our house shutters from the vibration of the delayed thunder.
Our self-proclaimed Lord Protector of the House and Defender of the Neighborhood paces the house with jittery nervousness. With her ears pinned back against her skull and tail tucked far beneath her body, she seeks for a secure corner to rest. Every resting location shakes with the next clap of thunder and her search for peace resumes.
Several calming cookies and a kind word from Mom convince the shaking dog into her cave. Mom made the cave earlier this year as crawling under the bed at Ginger’s ten years of age proves deleterious to her body. The cave is a rejected cage with a large pillow base and several comforters blocking out all light and reducing the sounds of the storm. The cave has only minimal effect on the house shaking from the heavy bass of the rolling thunder.
Mom dumps an inch of rain from the gauge at five only for the next storm to roll through at seven. It is not too bad until a single flash starts at the front of the house wraps around and glares through the back windows. As the last of the light dissipates, the rattling rumble commences from the north, shakes through the house, and dwindles off to the south.
Mom settles into our bedroom with Ginger hiding in her cave sedated by calming cookies as every half hour another wave of lighting, thunder, and then heavy rain pangs against our house. As bedtime rolls around, a singular bright light turns night into day for just a brief moment. The immediate blast of thunder makes me jump in my recliner. Ginger sets off for a more secure location.
Wave after wave of thunderheads pass through the region every half hour with each bringing its own style of trouble to our dog. Mom gathers her back into her cave and lays on the floor securing Ginger with a warm body next to hers. Sometime after daybreak, the last of the massive tempest passes over us. Mom dumps more than two inches of rain in the gloomy morning air.
After writing the initial draft of this blog, another wave of storms passed by. Naturally, Ginger freaks out at what was minor thunder compared to the night before. As I pass the craft room, Mom wants me to see her latest project. The room lights up like every bulb blew at the same time. While the room is still lit like an old-fashioned flash camera, CRACK. The whole house jumped with excitement. Now Mom and I with the dog needed calming cookies.
About the picture: Our homemade cave of protection to shield Ginger from thunderous storms.
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Danny Mac
August 18, 2023
My Dog is a Karen – Sassy Mouth
Happy Friday Everyone,
Tuesdays begin with mom cleaning the house while I prepare the Bible study for small group. With everything pointing to guests coming that night Ginger feels the anxiety flow over her. This past week Mom prepares Swedish meatballs and allows them to simmer all afternoon. The aroma adds to the excitement to come.
When the little humans ranging from twenty to forty pounds come, we store Ginger in her sister’s room because she feels these little humans are just right for leaping upon and play fighting. Her muscular forty pounds easily bounce the kids all around. With word the children are not coming, Ginger is free to roam.
Dinner opens with Amy, Thea, and Toolmaker breaking bread with us as Ginger prances around feeling all attention should be on her. When acting pretty does not gain the respect she deserves, moans and groans of discontentment interrupt our conversation throughout the meal.
Around seven, we make our way to the living room to start the study. Again, little attention is paid to the diva in the room which comes with more moans of complaints. We have several prayer requests and then start with Romans 8:31-39. My questions regarding the passages bring out the meaning of each verse.
Verse 36 gets waylaid by a Prime truck backing into the neighbor’s drive and our resident karen explodes at the sight. I try chasing her away from the front window only for her to screech back to me, “ARRROOO-AROO.” Which translates into, “You can’t tell me what to do.”
Then mom speaks up, “Ginger just stop barking.”
The room goes quiet at the sound of “ooorrrooo,” half under her breath. We all knew what she said and the grossest demeanor behind it. Toolmaker smiles, “What did she just say?”
Thea’s shocked face, “Did she really say that.”
Mom’s face turns red with fire. “Oh, you better just calm your little self,” and our boisterous dog slinks away knowing she went one too many complaints.
About the picture: When you fancy your title as Queen Karen, Lord Protector of the House, Defender of the Neighborhood, Top Dog, Chief Cook, and Head Bottle Washer, you move your bed to the center of the room.
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Danny Mac
Tuesdays begin with mom cleaning the house while I prepare the Bible study for small group. With everything pointing to guests coming that night Ginger feels the anxiety flow over her. This past week Mom prepares Swedish meatballs and allows them to simmer all afternoon. The aroma adds to the excitement to come.
When the little humans ranging from twenty to forty pounds come, we store Ginger in her sister’s room because she feels these little humans are just right for leaping upon and play fighting. Her muscular forty pounds easily bounce the kids all around. With word the children are not coming, Ginger is free to roam.
Dinner opens with Amy, Thea, and Toolmaker breaking bread with us as Ginger prances around feeling all attention should be on her. When acting pretty does not gain the respect she deserves, moans and groans of discontentment interrupt our conversation throughout the meal.
Around seven, we make our way to the living room to start the study. Again, little attention is paid to the diva in the room which comes with more moans of complaints. We have several prayer requests and then start with Romans 8:31-39. My questions regarding the passages bring out the meaning of each verse.
Verse 36 gets waylaid by a Prime truck backing into the neighbor’s drive and our resident karen explodes at the sight. I try chasing her away from the front window only for her to screech back to me, “ARRROOO-AROO.” Which translates into, “You can’t tell me what to do.”
Then mom speaks up, “Ginger just stop barking.”
The room goes quiet at the sound of “ooorrrooo,” half under her breath. We all knew what she said and the grossest demeanor behind it. Toolmaker smiles, “What did she just say?”
Thea’s shocked face, “Did she really say that.”
Mom’s face turns red with fire. “Oh, you better just calm your little self,” and our boisterous dog slinks away knowing she went one too many complaints.
About the picture: When you fancy your title as Queen Karen, Lord Protector of the House, Defender of the Neighborhood, Top Dog, Chief Cook, and Head Bottle Washer, you move your bed to the center of the room.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
August 11, 2023
My Dog is a Karen – Truck Trouble
Happy Friday Everyone,
Sunday afternoons tend to be quiet in our house. My wife perfects crafts in her room as I craft a vlog for the week as seen on YouTube. Our Lord Protector of the House stands guard from the couch with a perfect view through the front windows into the world around us.
Then a menacing truck slows as it approaches our drive. This white truck with no discernable markings starts backing into our drive and does not go unnoticed by Ginger. “Gruff,” she grumbles trying to figure out if it is FED-EX, UPS, or Amazon.
First, the back wheel run up the drive and when the front wheels enter our property Ginger goes all karen on the nondescript delivery van. With no knowledge of its origin, her howls cover the rage for all three of the despicable companies. Her fiery torrent of insults, curses, and belligerence wakes everyone in the house from their preoccupation as the truck beeps to the house.
The hair on her back stands straight up in defiance of this unknown intruder. Her high pitch screech hurts our ears with the occasional respite of octaves too high for us to hear. A man in a dark blue shirt carrying a white box emerges from the vehicle and marches to the door. She recognizes the uniform and her screech changes to that of the Amazon shrill.
She did her job of scaring the obnoxious chap from our doorstep and her howling changes to a murmur of complaints as the truck starts out of the drive. This cunning driver stops at the end of our drive and exits the blank truck with a tan box which sets off another deluge of screams defending her house and her servants. She quiets from her deep rage as he crosses the street to the neighbor’s house.
He runs back across the road to his truck and Ginger makes sure with no exceptions this will not be tolerated and begins screeching at him again. This contemptible driver finally learns who his is boss as he climbs back into his truck and leaves for good. Her human mom retrieves the white box from the porch only to become disappointed to learn it is not hers.
About the picture: It is hard being Lord Protector of the House
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Danny Mac
Sunday afternoons tend to be quiet in our house. My wife perfects crafts in her room as I craft a vlog for the week as seen on YouTube. Our Lord Protector of the House stands guard from the couch with a perfect view through the front windows into the world around us.
Then a menacing truck slows as it approaches our drive. This white truck with no discernable markings starts backing into our drive and does not go unnoticed by Ginger. “Gruff,” she grumbles trying to figure out if it is FED-EX, UPS, or Amazon.
First, the back wheel run up the drive and when the front wheels enter our property Ginger goes all karen on the nondescript delivery van. With no knowledge of its origin, her howls cover the rage for all three of the despicable companies. Her fiery torrent of insults, curses, and belligerence wakes everyone in the house from their preoccupation as the truck beeps to the house.
The hair on her back stands straight up in defiance of this unknown intruder. Her high pitch screech hurts our ears with the occasional respite of octaves too high for us to hear. A man in a dark blue shirt carrying a white box emerges from the vehicle and marches to the door. She recognizes the uniform and her screech changes to that of the Amazon shrill.
She did her job of scaring the obnoxious chap from our doorstep and her howling changes to a murmur of complaints as the truck starts out of the drive. This cunning driver stops at the end of our drive and exits the blank truck with a tan box which sets off another deluge of screams defending her house and her servants. She quiets from her deep rage as he crosses the street to the neighbor’s house.
He runs back across the road to his truck and Ginger makes sure with no exceptions this will not be tolerated and begins screeching at him again. This contemptible driver finally learns who his is boss as he climbs back into his truck and leaves for good. Her human mom retrieves the white box from the porch only to become disappointed to learn it is not hers.
About the picture: It is hard being Lord Protector of the House
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Only twenty more days until Death to the Devil’s Dragon releases on Amazon. If you haven’t preordered your book for $.99, do so by September 1 when the price goes up to $2.99.
God bless,
Danny Mac
