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Dog Crazy: A Novel of Love Lost and Found by Meg Donahue

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The USA Today bestselling author of How to Eat a Cupcake and All the Summer Girls returns with an unforgettably poignant and funny tale of love and loss, confronting our fears, and moving on . . . with the help of a poodle, a mutt, and a Basset retriever named Seymour.

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Dog Crazy
A Novel of Love Lost and Found

By: Meg Donohue

Releasing March 10th, 2015

William Morrow

 As a pet bereavement counselor, Maggie Brennan uses a combination of empathy, insight, and humor to help patients cope with the anguish of losing their beloved four-legged friends. Though she has a gift for guiding others through difficult situations, Maggie has major troubles of her own that threaten the success of her counseling practice and her volunteer work with a dog rescue organization.

Everything changes when a distraught woman shows up at Maggie’s office and claims that her dog has been stolen. Searching the streets of San Francisco for the missing pooch, Maggie finds herself entangled in a mystery that forces her to finally face her biggest fear-and to open her heart to new love.

Packed with deep emotion and charming surprises, Dog Crazy is a bighearted and entertaining story that skillfully captures the bonds of love, the pain of separation, and the power of our dogs to heal us.

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Excerpt:

Leanne’s face softens into a smile, but I can tell there’s still a note of concern there, so I force myself to stay and watch as she searches in her bag for her car keys and then noses her old green Mercedes back and forth what seems like a hundred times, providing plenty of ammunition for my theory that there’s an inverse correlation between driving skill and vehicle size. When she finally frees the car from its parking spot, she beeps and gives a jaunty wave.

I plaster on a grin and wave both of my trembling hands in the air above my head. It’s only when I catch a glimpse of Leanne’s face screwing into a puzzled expression that I realize I must look like one of those people who direct planes out of air- port gates. Or maybe a Bhangra dancer.

I wait until her car turns out of sight before spinning around and hurrying back down the path to my apartment.

The relief floods through me as soon as I’m inside. I make a beeline for the bathroom and scrub my hands in the sink. Leanne looked like the picture of health, but you never know the truth until it’s too late. The water is so hot that my skin turns pink. I persevere, humming the “Happy Birthday” song twice under my breath—a handy little tip I picked up during a recent study of the Centers for Disease Control’s website. When I read the CDC’s advice, I immediately wondered if my mother knew it. I managed to stop myself from calling her in Philadelphia and asking, but I can’t stop myself from thinking of her every time I put my hands below that scalding water and watch my skin change color.

I shut off the water and listen as my shallow, uneven breathing slowly quiets.

Ninety-eight, I think.

I look at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I’m paler now than I was when I moved here, but my eyebrows are un- changed: amber-colored, well defined, expressive. My best friend, Lourdes, tells me I have trustworthy brows. She calls them my moneymakers. Who knows? She might be right. Even the most reticent patient eventually reveals her secrets to me . . . black pieces of coal held so tight they’ve turned into sharp, gleaming diamonds.

“Ninety-eight,” I say aloud. It’s an interesting number, the silky shimmy of ninety, the slammed door of eight. I say the number again. Tomorrow a new one will take its place and it seems impor- tant I keep track. “Ninety-eight.”
It’s been ninety-eight days since I set foot beyond that gate at the sidewalk.

 

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About the Author

Meg Donohue is the USA Today bestselling author of How to Eat a Cupcake and All the Summer Girls. She has an MFA in creative writing from Columbia University and a BA in comparative literature from Dartmouth College. Born and raised in Philadelphia, she now lives in San Francisco with her husband, three young daughters, and dog.

 Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads  

Website: http://www.megdonohue.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormegdonohue

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/megdonohue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5101663.Meg_Donohue

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