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Monday, November 23, 2015

Molly Says

Beat Black Friday.

Avoid the lines.
Avoid the crowds.

Shop on line:
Buy "The Molly Chronicles"
Available on  Amazon

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Molly's Ad

My human says it's an ad, not a commercial.  Big woof!


p.s. I'm supposed to tell you that The Molly Chronicles makes a great Christmas present. (You can buy The Molly Chronicles on Amazon)

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Molly's Second Commercial

We're shooting another commercial.

I had to wear this stupid hat.

Buster, my publicist says The Molly Chronicles  makes a great Christmas present.

Licks and tail wags to you all,

Tuesday, November 10, 2015



“Klondike Detective Agency. Klondike speaking..”
“Yes. Is there something you’d like to know?”
“The meaning of life.”
"Excuse me?"
"The meaning of life. My life to be more specific."
"No you don’t understand, sir. "
"Actually, it’s madam."
"Not that kind of madam. Just, well, you know. . . Maybe Ma’am is better.”
"You see we’re not that kind of agency. We answer questions like 'Is your spouse cheating on you?' 'Did the guy in the red Ferrari really get a whiplash?'  'Who’s stealing the petty cash money?' That sort of thing.”
“I’m  not married. The bastard was already awarded the settlement, and Bertha was the one dipping into the petty  cash."
"And a very generous settlement it was.”
"Ma’am, if you don’t actually have a problem, there's nothing I can do for you.”
"But I do. You’re not listening. I have to know the meaning of life. I need to know it by next Thursday."
"What happens on Thursday?"
"Bertha gets promoted. She's going to be my supervisor. So, I'll call you back tonight about eight o'clock. Okay?”
"I can’t. . . "

I just hate to let a client down. Klondike Detective Agency has a ninety sever per cent success rating. Remarkable, actually. But this one can’t be solved.
So I did what any good detective would do. I pulled out my Taro deck and dealt three cards - the fool, six pentacles, and a cuppy knight.
Then I poured myself a single malt.
And another.
And another.
I switched on the TV and settled down for a marathon run of “Gray’s Anatomy.” waiting for his - excuse me - her phone call. The sound of the telephone jarred the nerve endings in my brain, and I knew exactly what I'd say to him - excuse me - her. I answered with a quick "hello." 
She didn't bother with formalities; only one word, “Well?”
“You need a job.”
“No I don’t”
Not just any job. You need a job as a detective. As my assistant. You can start tomorrow. Or next Thursday if you prefer."
“I expect $120/hour and six weeks off every year.“
"I can’t possibly. . ."

Molly's not the only one!

Her human

Ask Molly

Molly:  I'm in shock. I can't believe it. My human actually wrote a short story. It's called "Click," and she'll post it here as soon as she tweaks it.

It's not as good as my writing, mind you, but for a human, she's not half bad. It is pretty funny.

Licks to you all,