“No, Mom!” I said with a subtle pull on the leash. “It’s a trap! He’s trying to dognap you!”

Even though I need no introduction, I asked Mom to introduce my story by writing the furword to my book.

A dog on a road trip goes for a trail run on BLM land and discovers they're in a hunting ground.

"Look, Mom. My piddle puddle is smoking!" I said proudly. "And have you noticed these strange droppings?"

The car-house picked up speed as it rolled toward the blinding whiteness. As we zoomed in, the grid lines on the ground began to show.

"Imagine that! A truck stop! Who does she think she’s talking to?" Mom pulled the seat leash across her chest like a diva cape.

"Imagine that! A truck stop! Who does she think she’s talking to?" Mom pulled the seat leash across her chest like a diva cape.