I've been up all night working on my human's book. As you know, our house got burgled, and, although no liver snacks or pigs ears were taken, we did lose our computer. Tom gave us his computer because he hates it, and I can see why. It's old and doesn't support the new software in use on the Internet. I've always told my human that we have to adapt to the modern age and all the new technology that it entails. Anyway, I have high hopes for our literary endeavors. Amazon's sales of "Temporary Address" have not skyrocketed, I'm sorry to say, but I have hopes for the future, especially if we can get a paperback copy out. Most of my dog friends do not have a kindle.
As you can see, she's writing again which is good. Frankly I worry about her. We don't have a title yet. I suggested "Molly the Wonder Dog" but she pointed out that the book is not about me. There's no accounting for taste.
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