Stuff Stuey Likes to Chew

I’m really not trying to steal anybody’s thunder. I’m just a little brown dog who will do anything for a treat. And I mean anything. 

Because of my uncontrolled obsession with dog treats, my ability to steal entire packages of raw hamburger meat from the counter, and my skill of tearing apart any stuffed animal in less than 15 minutes, I am well qualified to write this section of the blog. I’ll bring you important, late-breaking news about awesome chew toys and dog treats. I really don’t care if they’re organic or free range, but my human mom seems to think that’s important. Whatever.

I’m also here to encourage you to buy a book: I totally get it that the book is not about me. Heck, I’m not even in the book. But I do know that the money raised by selling these admittedly gorgeous books will go directly to the nice people who saved Roxy and me. Did you know that I was found in a ditch, up to my neck in freezing-cold water? Life wasn’t looking too good for me until this nice lady named Melissa wrapped me up and got me all warm and cozy. (Maybe that’s why I hate the water.)

So, not only will you get to give someone a nice children’s book, you’ll help Melissa save more awesome dogs like me. The best part? Those boxes of books in our garage are totally blocking my access to the place my humans keep the bag of dog food. Once those books are gone, Roxy and I will be living large.

Nice to meet you! Got any treats in your pocket?

On the Scene with Roxy


I know what you’re thinking. No, not that I’m a dog and I can’t possibly write my own blog. Of course I can. No, you’re thinking that I’m becoming too much of a diva. First my human mom writes a book about me (me!), then she brings me to a bunch of awesome TV interviews, and then she starts taking me to schools where — can you guess who’s the star — me!
But I swear I’m not becoming a diva. Sure, I got my own Facebook page well before I turned 13. And I do eat that expensive dog food the veterinarian recommends. But there is one thing guaranteeing that I will remain a regular, ordinary dog: My annoying little brother, Stuey.

Just weeks before my book — all about me, by the way — was set to arrive, Stuey burst on the scene.

“Ooh, look how cute and tiny he is,” people would say. Ugh. Really? As if tiny is something of which to be proud. I’ll have you know I won “Most Medium Dog” at last year’s Doozy of a Dog Show here in Farmington. (By the way? In Farmington? Everybody knows me. Nobody knows Stuey. Just sayin’.)

Anyway, back to me. I have big plans for this here blog. I’ll keep my fans posted on my whereabouts, letting you in on secrets to getting into the best, trendiest and most exclusive dog parks. Plus, I’ll keep you up-to-date on my upcoming book signings and appearances. Not that it’s going to be all about me. Well, maybe a little.