Author: Andrew Grey
Series: A
Most Love Dogs Companion Novel
Genre: M/M
Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Dec 6 2022
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Alex goes to a dog rescue with one mission: overcome one of
his fears. But he gets more than he bargained for when he unexpectedly bonds
with a Jack Russell terrier named Rudolph and decides to take him home.
When shelter volunteer Luther offers to show Alex the ropes
of dog ownership, their time together proves they have more in common than just
Rudolph’s affection. But if they’re going to have a happy holiday, Alex needs
to come to terms with his issues. Can Luther help him see that love really can
be unconditional?
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Prologue
I still miss
Mom Claire. She got me when I was just a puppy, and I remember her looking me
in the eyes and smiling. I licked her face and peed on her because I was so
excited to meet her. Mom Claire always smelled better than dog biscuits and
even ham, though she didn’t smell better than chicken, because nothing smells
better than chicken. The breeder lady called me bad, but Mom Claire smiled and
said it was okay. I licked her face again, and she held me close. That was when
I knew she loved me.
Mom Claire
took me home and fed me good stuff. She gave me a nice place to sleep right at
the foot of her bed on a small pad of my own. I always thought of Mom Claire as
special… and she was.
People came
and went. Some were nice, and some, like her son Weasel—or Wesley, I’m not
sure—were not nice and smelled bad. I knew I had to protect Mom Claire from
him, even if she didn’t know it.
I always
thought Mom Claire and I would be together forever, but then one night, I was
asleep and the angels came and took Mom Claire away. They didn’t take the
people part of her, just the love part. I missed her and stayed with Mom Claire
because I didn’t want her to be alone.
Then Weasel
came and put me in a crate. I barked and snapped at him because I wanted to
stay with Mom Claire, but she was gone, and now so was my home and everything.
He drove and drove. I liked the car with Mom Claire. She used to stop at
McDonald’s, and she always gave me a bite of her hamburger. But Weasel didn’t
do anything like that, so I lay down in the crate, my head on my paws, watching
the back of the seat. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and I was scared.
The car smelled funny, like old cheese and stinky feet. I love cheese, but this
smelled yucky and gross.
Finally the
car stopped, and Weasel lifted the crate out of the stinky car. I was happy for
the fresh air and stood, looking out the crate door, wagging my tail in
excitement. Was this my home? No, not home. Shelter. I heard that word a lot.
There were
lots of other dogs. Some of them watched like me, wanting to play. Others were
old and tired. Some were even sick, but Mitchell, the good man at the shelter,
tried to make them feel better. Mitchell was nice and gave me treats. He also
gave me a shot, which wasn’t nice, but then he gave me a treat, so that was
okay, and the shot didn’t hurt that much.
Still, the
shelter was loud, with barking dogs and stuff, and I missed Mom Claire a lot. I
missed sleeping with her and the walks we took, and I missed looking out the
front window to watch out for things. Mom Claire didn’t have dog eyes, not like
me. Mostly I missed the love.
People came
and went, and a lot of them took dogs with them. For everyone, I put my paws on
the door of the enclosure and wagged my tail, excited to see if they would like
me and take me to a forever home. That was all I wanted—a forever home, like
what I thought I had with Mom Claire. But I wasn’t a quitter. Mom Claire had
loved me with her whole heart, and I wanted that again, so I didn’t give up, no
matter what.
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell
stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout
the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from
the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a
large corporation.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and
leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when
writing) He considers himself blessed
with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive
and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle,
Pennsylvania.
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