Furbaby Friday With Barbara Bettis!


A warm welcome to fellow Wild Rose Press Author Barbara Bettis. Barbara is sharing her grand-furbaby and her medieval romance, For This Knight Only.

Barbara: For as long as I can remember growing up, I had furbabies. Living in the country, I had kittens and dogs. We just never NOT had a furry pet. Unfortunately, over the years, I’ve had to give them up for one reason or another. My last was a beautiful Australian shepherd who loved to ‘herd’ my husband and me on our daily walks.

These days, I have adorable furgrand-babies. The one I’d like to share with you is a mix, with the look of a miniature pinscher. Black with brown touches, he’s called Cocoa. (I had photos of him but I couldn’t get them downloaded from my phone for some reason, so I borrowed a shot from online to give you an idea of what he’s like. Just picture this sweetie with black and brown coloring.)
That’s Cocoa. Faster than a speeding bullet.

He and I had a getting-to-know-you period when he was young. He’d greet me at the front door, and it became a game (to him!) to see if he could slip past me before I could get in. I’ll long remember the first time he was successful. My grandson and granddaughter weren’t home from school yet, and there I was, all alone, searching the neighborhood for Cocoa after he darted between my legs. I was sick with apprehension that I’d lost their dearly beloved pet. It was a fun game—he’d race from one yard to another, me right behind. He’d stop and watch and as soon as I got close, he’d yip and dash off again, out of sight.

Finally, some neighbors helped corral him, and I got him back inside. I was exhausted. He was ready to play with his favorite toy, a tennis ball. In those days, he’d jump on my lap and bounce around, yipping, trying to lure me into some mischief—like giving him too many treats. (Hey, grandmas can spoil grandpets, too!)

Now he (and I) have slowed down a bit. He still greets me at the front door before I even open it, this time with his tennis ball in his mouth. He leads me up the stairs where he drops the ball and jumps up and down in welcome, then stands, watching expectantly for me to play fetch. He wears out a lot sooner, though. These days, he even climbs (no jumping now) on my lap to actually lie down and rest. I’d like to think I’ve trained him to do that. But both of us know who trained whom.

I miss having my own furbaby. Now that I’ve retired, I’ve been thinking of getting another dog (unfortunately I’m allergic to cats.) I haven’t settled on the breed yet, although I have a fondness for greyhounds. A friend has a pair of retired racing greyhounds. I asked her if they were a problem to manage. She said no. The only running they do now is racing her to the couch. I could love a dog like that 

My latest release is a medieval romance, For This Knight Only.

Blurb:

He’ll do anything for land, even marry her; she’ll do anything for her people, except marry him. If only either had a choice. It’s a marriage only love can save.
Sir Roark will do anything to gain land, even beguile an unwilling lady into marriage. He knows she’s much better off with a man to take control of her besieged castle, to say nothing of her desirable person. But it isn’t long before he discovers that, although her eyes sparkle like sunlight on sea waves, her stubbornness alone could have defeated Saladin.

Lady Alyss is determined to hold her family’s castle, protect her people, and preserve her freedom— until her brother’s dying wish binds her to a stranger. Still, she’ll allow no rugged, over-confident, appealing knight to usurp her authority, even if she must wed him. Especially since he thinks a lady’s duties begin and end with directing servants. Alyss has a few surprises for her new all-too-tempting lord.

But when a common enemy threatens everything, Roark and Alyss face a startling revelation. Without love, neither land nor freedom matters.

Check it out here
https://amzn.to/2Xlzynj

Author Bio:

Award-winning author Barbara Bettis has always loved history and English. As a college freshman, she considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved. And math. Through careers as a newspaper reporter and editor, then a college journalism and English professor, she’s retained her fascination with history. Give her a research book and a pot of tea, and she’s happy for hours. But what really makes her smile is working on a new story. Now retired, she lives in Missouri where she spins tales of heroines to die for—and heroes to live for.

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Thanks for stopping by. Please leave Barbara a comment.

18 responses to “Furbaby Friday With Barbara Bettis!

  1. Jennifer Zander Wilck

    Aw, Cocoa sounds cute!

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  2. Aww, Cocoa you sound so sweet. My girlie Hali says WOOF.

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  3. Laura Strickland

    Barb, I too had an Australian Shepherd at one point in my life–when I was much younger. They are amazing dogs, though high energy. Ours used to play the exact same “game” as your Cocoa–run away and then wait till we’d nearly nabbed him, before taking off again. Your post brought back lots of memories!

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  4. Oh, Barbara, I recalled our own dachshund doing the same whenever anyone came to the front door. Thankfully, she slowed down over the years, but would always have to the first to greet a visitor. Furbabies are the best, even furgrand-babies! Thanks so much for sharing yours! All the best. 🙂

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  5. barbarabettis1

    Thanks for having me here today, Beth. I enjoyed talking about Cocoa. The last time I visited my grandchildren, he greeted me the same way, but at the stop of the stairs, he led me to his treat cabinet and stood, looking expectantly. My granddaughter said he’d just had a treat and he knew he’d not get another for awhile. Until I arrived! I guess he knows that Grandmother is always good for an extra crunchy snack 🙂

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  6. Mary Gillgannon

    I hope you can have a fur baby again, Barbara. They are wonderful for the spirit. Thanks for sharing the “tails” about your grand-dog. I have a grand-kitty myself (along with four cats and a dog of our own) and like a grandchild, she’s as dear to me as my own furbabies. Best wishes on your book.

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  7. barbarabettis1

    Thanks, Mary, Laura, Jennifer. Until Cocoa, I had no experience of small dogs, so he was a revelation. Big or small, they are wonderful companions. And D.V., he says tell Hali WOOF 🙂

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  8. barbarabettis1

    Hi Mary G. When I was young, I had kittens. I don’t know when I became allergic, but now I sneeze like mad and get congested. I hate that so much! I also expect that once I get my own pet again, I’ll be in much better health–I’ll have to go walking every day 🙂 Thanks!

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  9. I thought I was allergic to cats but found that if they are indoor-only cats I am not. It was the pollen, grasses, etc they got on their coat when they went outside that killed me. Cocoa sounds like a fun furbaby. I’ve always thought I’d like a greyhound but they don’t tolerate cats and I have cats.
    Beth, thank you for another interesting Furbaby owner–this time via grandchildren.

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  10. I had a dog like Cocoa, Barbara. She’d slip out, run and wait for someone to get close, and then run again. One day my daughter held up a leash and asked if Bundy wanted to go for a walk. It worked, but we had to take a small walk. Your book sounds delightful! I wish you much success with that!

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  11. Enjoyed the grandmama aspect of your post, along with it all of course. I am in somewhat the same situation. My son has a female part Old English Bulldog and part mini-Pit bull. She adores me but she wears me out as well. If she knows grandma is coming, she waits by the door until I arrive. Book sounds wonderful and good luck with sales.

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  12. Cocoa sounds like one of our fur grandbabies, Andy. Not sure what type dog he is. All I know is for a small guy, he can bark louder that our biggest fur grandbaby. Remy,

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  13. Cocoa sounds like a little stinker, but a fun one. We have a grand-cat (no grandchildren yet) named Gibson that I totally adore. She too tries to make a run for it when we open the door. Got to keep a close eye on that one!

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  14. Cocoa sounds so much like my dog! They both love that ball. Best of luck on you book. I know others will enjoy it like I did.

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  15. Cocoa sounds so much like my dog! They both love their tennis balls. Best of luck on your book. I know others will enjoy it like I did.

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