Can a hound dog named Cookie, a pair of Mourning Doves and a passionate vet bring the holiday spirit back into Josey's life in time for Christmas?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary32 reviews. Average review 5 star
As I stared at the pathetic dog in his diaper, I realized no one wanted the dog; they were just gawking at him. The sign said his name was Cookie, part Basset Hound and part Redbone Coonhound. I didn’t know anything about either breed. I did know he was very large and he was slobbering everywhere and he should have a diaper around his neck. I turned to continue my search and a felt a tug on my pant leg. I looked down and Cookie had ahold of my jeans. When our eyes met, Cookie's twinkled, just like Clint's. Uh-oh, Cookie found me.
A glob of drool hit the top of my shoe. He let go of my pant leg and licked the goo off my shoe. I wanted to say, "gross," but instead I said, "thank you." I was hooked. His fur was a reddish brown and soft as silk. Not caring about drool or dog hair, I sat down on the floor next to Cookie, wrapped my arms around his neck and finally felt at peace.
Another glob of drool hit the floor next to my butt. He looked sad; like that was a deal breaker and I'd leave him behind. I looked Cookie in his sad eyes and laughed. He pulled back his goofy lips and smiled back.
That's when I heard Clint's voice, "Well Josey, it looks like you found your soul mate."
He laughed, but not at my expense.
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