A Man and His Dog

AV matthew with dogThere are so many qualities that can give us an insight into a romance hero’s soul, but I think one of the fastest is the way he treats those who are considered weaker than him — young children, the elderly, his servants — and particularly creatures who are completely at his mercy.

When I was writing my modern DJ hero, Blake Michaelsen from You Give Love a Bad Name in the “Mirabelle Harbor” series, I knew Blake had some very rough edges…but I also knew that one of his greatest redeeming qualities was his unwavering love for his dog Winston.

Over the various movie versions of Pride & Prejudice, there have been dozens of seemingly incidental scenes featuring Mr. Darcy and the other characters with animals. I especially love that scene in the Colin Firth/Jennifer Ehle version where Darcy is looking out the window to see Elizabeth playing with his dog. He not only admires her spirited nature, but it’s impossible to miss her kindness to his pet. And he cares about these things… She may have been taking the measure of his personality in the drawing room at Netherfield, but we all know he’s assessing her character, too, and not just her fine eyes.

Below is an excerpt from Chapter One of You Give Love a Bad Name in Blake’s point of view (please note, there is R-rated language in this scene), and I’ve also included a few of my favorite animal-centric images from P&P film adaptations. Hope you’ll enjoy them!

~*~

I dropped the van off at the radio station first and then an exhausted Winston at my apartment. Between my nephews and a yard full of squirrels, he’d run himself ragged. I watched him drag his furry body over to his water bowl, slurp up a few sips, and then collapse into a heap on the cool kitchen floor.

av elizabeth with dogMuch as I wished I could do the same, my mind just wouldn’t shut down. It kept racing from one thought to the next, but most of the thoughts were variants on the same theme: I was now officially thirty-five years old, and what did I have to show for it?

I was single and the definition of the kind of guy who was a drunk girl’s one-night stand.

I lived in a small apartment with a scruffy dog I’d picked up on a whim.

I dressed like an overgrown college kid all the time in jeans and t-shirts because I knew no one on the air could see me.

Even though I had degrees in two different fields—communications and marketing—I’d quit a bunch of jobs because they were boring, and I wasn’t exactly advancing in my new radio career because love songs annoyed the shit out of me. (Try to explain that on a resume.)

When had I gotten so stuck in this rut? When did I become a boring, thirty-something fool whose only Rx was the typical slacker combo of bar babes, alcohol, and mind-numbing TV?

Seriously. It was depressing as hell.

Also, these habits were hard to break.

I left my apartment and my dog and found myself heading toward the nearest bar in Harbor Square, like a magnet drawn to its mate.

There were two main drinking establishments downtown, not more than two blocks from my apartment complex, and they were next to each other: A newish wine bar for hipster types called The Lounge (Shar and her friends liked it), and a real bar that had been in the square for years—Max’s Pub, a sports bar where everyone knew my name.

AV colin with horseI meandered inside Max’s and squeezed into a space at the bar counter. Football was on. The Chargers versus the Broncos. Couldn’t say I cared about the game. It was the Bears or nothing for me. But I had my attention split between Gina, the smokin’ hot bartender who was wise enough not to let me pick her up (I’d tried a dozen times), and the top shelf vodka I liked to drink straight on nights when I was feeling especially sorry for myself.

“How are you doing, Blake?” Gina asked, all smiles. As it got later, the guys in the room got drunker and they tipped more freely.

“I’d be better if you came home with me,” I said. “When’s your shift end?”

She laughed. “Too late for you. You’ll be wasted in an hour.”

I checked my watch and shrugged. “Ah, you’re probably right.”

“I know I am.”

“Is that why you never let me pick you up? I mean, I could stay mostly sober tonight if you wanted me to wait—”

“Blake,” she cut me off, “I think you’re a sweetheart…usually, but I’m not looking for a fling.” She patted my head like a Sunday school teacher might. “But don’t you worry. I know you’ll find plenty of women who are looking for just that. I’ve seen you go home with enough of them.”

“Ow. That sounds an awful lot like an accusation.”

“Well, I’m not your sister. I don’t have to be nice to you.”

“Have you ever talked to my sister? ‘Cuz then you’d know she isn’t all that nice to me.”

Gina laughed. “Careful. This is a small town. That might get back to Sharlene.”

I grinned at her. “I can only hope.”

But despite my attempts to flirt with the bartender, she had other customers to attend to, and I was left with my vodka and my loneliness.

I glanced out the window and saw a bunch of local teachers approaching the front entrance to The Lounge. I recognized a few of the women from around town. Since Shar was an English teacher at the junior high, she’d introduced me to a number of fellow educators over the years. Teachers were generally too straight-laced to be my type, though, so I never paid much attention. The only one in the crowd tonight whose name I even remembered was the French teacher, and she taught at the high school.

AV unleashingVicky.

I’d seen her at the radio station when I was doing a big interview with actor Dane Tyler this summer. I distinctly remember Shar saying that Vicky was single.

“Need another?” Gina asked me.

“Maybe just one or two more.” My head was finally starting to catch a decent buzz, so I should have been feeling a lot better, especially after Gina gave me a freebie drink in honor of my birthday. But I was still irritated. Thinking about the radio station made me think about those sappy love songs. Whether the musician was pouring his heart out about “love gone wrong” or the joy of “the first time,” it didn’t matter. I couldn’t stand either extreme.

Those songs were the worst kind of subversive lie out there. And people just accepted whatever the singer sang as truth because it was delivered in harmony and with lyrics that rhymed. Idiots.

But I knew the real truth. Love wasn’t a panacea for all of life’s ills.

No.

AV wishboneLove made everything worse, at least for most people. Love made everyone it touched vulnerable. I’d witnessed it firsthand, time and time again. I’d seen that vulnerability nearly level my strong, smart sister when her ex cheated on her. I’d watched two out of my three brothers wrestle with their sense of self worth when trying to win the women in their lives. And I’d had a front-row seat as my mother suffered through the early death of my father from stomach cancer, and she never really recovered. Her stroke a couple of years later was a shock to most of my siblings, but not to me. Her weakness in the face of love had incapacitated her. Made her feeble. She didn’t have the will to keep fighting anymore.

I had no intention of putting myself in a position like that. Not ever.

I raised my glass to take a big gulp of my third (or, maybe, fourth?) vodka when a human brick wall slammed into me.

“What the fuck?” I yelled as alcohol dripped down my face and splashed into my eyes. Damn that stung. “Watch where you’re going, asshole.”

“Who are you calling an asshole, you asshole?” the brick wall yelled back. Not too witty, this one, but there was a feral look in his eyes.

And even through my vodka haze, I recognized four definitive things about the other guy:

  1. He was at least as wasted as I was.
  2. He was at least twice my size—which was impressive because I wasn’t a little man—but this dude was wide and thick-necked, like a linebacker.
  3. He was at least a decade younger than I was. A college football player, maybe?
  4. And he was at least as argumentative as I was, which let me know that we both wanted the same thing. Had a similar need. The taste for real blood…our own. Something to distract us from the internal pain by replacing it with a physical one.

I shoved him back. “I’m calling you an asshole. Get outta my face.”

“No, you fuckin’ prick.”

I met his gaze and he was laughing at me. His bloodshot eyes pleading with me to land the first punch so he could batter his knuckles against my jaw.

I threw down my glass, shattering it, and pushed my way to standing. Gina yelled, “Take it outside, guys! Right now, or you’ll be tossed out!” A pair of bouncers appeared out of nowhere.

The brick wall pointed to the door.

I pointed, too. “After you, dickhead.”

3D - YouGiveLoveABadNameHe lifted me up by the nape of my t-shirt and half-shoved, half-hauled me out of the sports bar. A group of guys, probably his friends, followed us out. They were shouting a bunch of shit that I couldn’t focus on. The dude was bigger and he was stronger, but I was faster, and I managed to land a couple of blows before his first slammed into my stomach, stole my breath, and literally brought me to my knees.

With me so low the ground, I could grab at his legs to try to slow him down, but it was just a delay game, and we both knew it. He rained punches down on my head like a hailstorm. But through the pain, I was calm. All I had to think about was survival, not living. And for the few moments the fight lasted, it was a relief.

But then someone pulled him off me and dragged him away. I caught sight of a police officer’s uniform, some yelling, and a quickly dispersing crowd, including those teachers who were at the wine bar next door. Vicky, that babe of a French teacher, was one of them. As I spit out a mouthful of blood, I caught her staring at me. It was a look of pure disgust.

Well, screw her.

The cop approached me, but I didn’t look at him. It wasn’t until he said, “What are you doing, Blake?” that I recognized the voice.

I’d known Terrance Ryland since second grade. He was black, well built, and bullshit free. I winced, more from embarrassment now than bruises.

“Hey, T,” I mumbled.

“Officer T to you,” he said with a hint of a laugh. “You need to go home. Now.”

“I know. I’m going.”

“Do you need help getting there?” he asked me.

I shook my head, and the world spun in a wild arc. “I live nearby.”

“Well, go right home then, Blake. I can’t have you out here disturbing the peace. I don’t want to have to bring you in, but I will.”

There was no mistaking the seriousness in his voice. A genuine warning.

“I hear ya.” I forced myself to sober up enough to stand up straight and take a stride or two away from him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Terrance asked, softer this time.

“I will be. I just need some sleep. And, maybe, a few bandages.”

He chuckled. “You haven’t changed one bit since elementary school. Always at the center of a brawl. Take care of yourself, okay? And, please, stay out of trouble.”

“I’ll try,” I said. But I was lying.

Winston - smallI walked away from Harbor Square until I was out of the cop’s view, then I hugged the wall in the alley between the art gallery and the liquor store, needing it to hold me up. I paused to puke into the gutter.

“Pathetic,” I heard someone muttering as they walked by. Or maybe it was just the voice in my head, commenting on my personal state of being.

Somehow I managed to stumble the final block home, and Winston greeted me at my apartment door, tail wagging.

His joy in seeing me filled my heart with a gratitude I knew I didn’t deserve to feel. As I let him out for his last doggy break of the night, I almost broke down right there in the doorway. Here was a creature who loved me without conditions, even in the shitty, drunken, beat-up state I was in. No woman would ever have half of the love and respect for me that this little mutt did. I knew that for sure.

But after we returned to the apartment, that was the last coherent thought I had before I patted Winston’s soft head one more time, collapsed onto my sofa, and blacked out until morning.

~*~

***Extra: If you’d like to read this scene from Vicky’s point of view, check it out here! BTW, Vicky is a feline lover asAV handsome cat well as a French teacher, so she has a cat at her place named Napoleon. 🙂 ***

Do you have a pet at home now or did you have a favorite pet growing up? If you could get a new pet (or another one!), which type of animal would you choose?

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!

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    • Deborah on February 26, 2016 at 7:11 am
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    I enjoyed the book, Marilyn. I’ve had dogs, cats and birds while growing up. I had 2 favorites at the same time, right after I got married. Thunder, my Doberman and Skamp my cat. They were inseparable and the cat acted more like a dog. Thunder was an 80 pound lap dog.

    1. Thanks so much for your comments, Deborah!
      And LOL about Thunder being an 80 pound lap dog — like holding a grade schooler 🙂 .
      Both he and Skamp sound adorable!
      xox

    • Stephanie L on February 26, 2016 at 9:48 am
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    *le sigh* I do so enjoy the Michaelsens. My family has always had dogs. Dobermans and Doxies particularly. As an adult I have doxies. I always wanted a cat because they are so darn self sufficient but I’m terribly allergic. LOL

    1. Stephanie,
      *Hug!* Thank you!! The Michaelsens love being in your company, btw 🙂 .
      I love both cats and dogs but I’ve got bad cat allergies, too, so we can’t have them either…xox

    • Carole in Canada on February 26, 2016 at 11:24 am
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    Oh that was so good but rather sad…little does he know how Vicki feels. As for pets, we grew up with dogs, cats and birds. Once married and we had kids, we started with a kitten that my daughter brought home from the stables. My son had a gecko and beta fish but finally asked why his sister had a horse and a cat and could he have a dog. My husband, with much grumbling, gave certain requirements (no bigger than, no long hair, etc). Well after much research, on my part, we came up with a couple of breeds that fit all the requirements that we liked. Then by pure chance we met a breeder of Whippets and the rest they say is history. Little did my husband know that we suggested to him a dog show to go to. The kids and I knew the breeder was going to be there with some 4 month old puppies. So by the end of the show, we got one of the puppies! Our Whippet came to be my husband’s buddy and it was a very sad day 14 years later when our ‘puppy’ passed on. That was in 2010. We do plan to get two in the future and I plan to call them Jane and Bingley!

    1. Ohh, Carole, thank you! I’m so glad you liked the scene, and I definitely agree — the emotional state Blake is in at the start of the book is sad, and he doesn’t understand Vicky’s feelings or worldview at all…
      I loved reading your Whippet puppy story!! And LOL about the future “Jane” and “Bingley” — such a cute idea 😀 .

  1. Great excerpt, Marilyn! Terrific writing and characterizations. 🙂

    I think you know we only have a cat now. We’ll probably get a new dog when we move – but first we have to decide where we’ll move to. I miss having a dog to cuddle.

    1. Edie,
      Thank you! I’m delighted you liked this scene, and I know what a devoted animal lover you are ♥. Whichever dog you bring home once you move will be a very lucky pup!! XO

    • Sheila L. M. on February 26, 2016 at 7:47 pm
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    Carole – loved your story.

    Unfortunately my husband is allergic and even in visiting a house with a dog or cat has to take medication. I would love to have a dog.

    Marilyn, you know I loved your book. Great story. Love the photos of “a man and his dog”!

    1. Sheila,
      Thank you so very much for your sweet words! All the lovely things you said about You Give Love a Bad Name meant so much to me and your review of the novel was a wonderful gift 😉 . Glad you enjoyed the photos too!! XO

    • denise on February 27, 2016 at 12:08 am
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    I have three boys, a husband, and no pets.

    As a child, at times I had a cat or two, a dog or two, gerbils, rabbits, ferrets, guinea pigs, fish, a mouse someone gave us for one week, hermit crabs, and two younger brothers.

      • denise on February 27, 2016 at 12:15 am
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      enjoyed the excerpt from both points of view.

      1. Denise,
        Thank you so much! How sweet of you to take the time to read both excerpts — I’m thrilled you liked them!! And I loved hearing about your array of pets growing up. I’ve heard ferrets are fun! And my son had (and so loved!) Guinea pigs 🙂 .

    • Jennifer Redlarczyk on February 27, 2016 at 8:52 am
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    Marilyn, I’m with you! The dog rules!

    1. LOL, Jen!
      Thank you 😀 .
      I so love puppies…xo

    • Ginna on February 27, 2016 at 2:51 pm
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    We had dogs growing up, and later I had my own dog, who is now gone. Early in my marriage, we had a cat foisted on us. My kids really want to have a pet, but now that the vomiting, peeing, finicky, irritable, shedding cat who needed daily insulin shots is gone, I’ve had enough of the mess that pets bring. We humans are sloppy enough. Fortunately, one of my boys is quite allergic to cats, and the other is slightly allergic to dogs. So sad, I say to their pleading puppy-dog eyes.

    1. Ginna,
      My son would have loved a dog when he was little, too, but the apartment we lived in then didn’t allow it and he’s far too busy now (prepping for college) to be able to take care of a puppy. And I agree that we humans can be pretty sloppy, LOL 🙂 .

  2. Wishbone! Lol is there an Austen Wishbone episode?! I need to see it. I’m a sucker for Mr Darcy or any romantic hero interacting with an animal. *swoon!*

    Pets always love us even when we’re at our worst. I’ve had lots of cats & dogs over the years & right now I have Hulk a.k.a Hulk the Wonder Pup. Growing up I always wanted a pet snake but my mom said Hell to the No on that one. I like most animals but I think cats & Hulk are about all I have the room for right now.

    1. Monica,
      YES!!!! There’s a P&P Wishbone from years back!! I’m sure a copy is kicking around online somewhere 😀 . (I’ll try to find it for you…) And LOL about you wanting a pet snake growing up! My son has had newts and sea turtles and guinea pigs, etc., but I totally draw the line at snakes… One of my college friends had a large one and he had to go buy live mice to feed it. Really freaked me out!
      BTW, I loved the cats that were in the picture you took with The Road & Beyond. Such cuties!
      xox

      1. Found it!!
        Wishbone: Furst Impressions 🙂
        Here’s the YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kzJzzPI8ws

  3. Great chapter, Marilyn!! And, I was delighted to see Wishbone included in your pictures. I enjoyed watching him with my children when they were little and I thought they did a great job of conveying condensed versions of great literature!

    1. Carey,
      Seeing this late, but I just wanted to say thank you!! So sweet of you to take the time to read my scene & comment, too!! 😀
      And, yeah…that Wishbone episode was awfully cute!
      xox

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