My dog has a message for Santa Claus

My dog entered my home office this morning and sat down. He casually crossed his legs as though prepared to engage in a nice long chat. He then gazed about the room slowly in undisguised distain, before eventually shaking his head in apparent sadness. He’s been known...

I Can Immediately Increase My Book Sales By Moving To Venus

My dog impatiently asked me when my next top mystery books would be coming out. I perked up and said, “Soon, maybe early next year. Why? Are you eager to read it?” He answered that he wasn’t but just wanted to know when to leave the planet. “Listen Dog,” I replied...

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Labor Day

Many of my “fans” have been asking me about foreign sales of my top mystery books. When I say many of them, I mean none of them, since I have no fans, unless one counts the voices that talk to me late in the evening. Yes … those screeching voices originating...

My Dog Is Just Begging For A Slander Suit

I think my dog talks behind my back. He was out in the yard yesterday, reclining by the fence we share with a neighbor. And their dog was outside as well. I watched them from inside the house with a growing sense of unease. They nudged their heads together and...

How To Be A Pathological Twit Destined For The Hoosegow

I called my wife at work today, for I was terribly upset. Upon her answering the phone I was startled even further, because she answered by calmly saying, “Hello.” You see, usually, she has severe difficulty pronouncing that word. It typically comes out as,...