I’m going to wax… I’m not sure what the right word is… Religious? Spiritual? Philosophical? Metaphysical? Wacky? I was raised Catholic (yeah, like my Italian family name didn’t give that away…), but I haven’t practiced any organized religion for decades. I think I’m most accurately described as an agnostic. I really, really, really hope there…
She was nine years old when we adopted her in 2012. Our dear and big-boned and goofy beagle girl Geneva had passed away a few weeks earlier. Chester was the only dog in our family, and he needed a pal. We also needed to rescue another senior animal, because we had the room in our…
So, since writing my blog is already starting to feel like I’m having a lovely conversation with friends old and new, I thought I might share with you some of the subjects that are really important to me. And one of those has to be animals. Which leads me to want to tell the stories…
Meet Lala Pettibone, a forty-something widow whose outrageous antics befit women half her age. When Lala leaves her beloved New York City to relocate to a whole other Manhattan on the opposite side of the country, she’s less than thrilled. But good things come her way in sunny California, including inspiration to finish writing an uproarious book based on her own delightfully ridiculous adventures.
Lala Pettibone’s Act Two is a wonderfully hilarious, second-coming-of-age-novel.
An Excerpt: Lala and her beloved Auntie Geraldine, mourning the passage of one of Lala's precious rescued senior dogs. (P.S. To anyone who has met him, it should be obvious that Yootza is based on Tom's and my own dear Chester, who is, mercifully, still with us...)
“Oh, Auntie Geraldine, I miss him.”
“Yup,” Geraldine said. “His absence is profound.”
“He was such a dear little grump. I’m thinking I’m going to up the ante on trying to put more joy in the world. In his grumpy little bastard honor.”
“Atta girl,” Geraldine said. She dabbed at her eyes with the end of her robe’s sash. “You know, I get the feeling he’s watching from Grumpy Little Bastard Heaven, and I think he’s really happy, Lala.”
They nodded and sipped their drinks. They paused, letting themselves enjoy the warm California sunshine, each savoring a special memory of Yootza.
Lala was reliving the first moment she saw Yootza at the shelter in New York City and his pronounced, crooked underbite immediately stole her heart.
Geraldine was recalling that funny, adorable, terrifying time Yootza mistook her left index finger for a Snausage.