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Hi, I’m Lady a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel living in Happy Hills Arizona and I love dancing. Yes, I’m a d-o-g. The problem is, as a dog I don’t have many opportunities to dance. Honestly, I could dance all day and all night and not get tired. I am a born dancer!

Let me start at the beginning so you’ll understand why I am so passionate about dancing. Three years ago my human Cynthia rescued me from an overcrowded animal shelter. I spent long days staring at the paint peeling off the walls and looking through the rusty metal bars. I found myself constantly shaking in fear. My coat was matted and tangled. I was all skin and bones. I’d been neglected and unloved for a very long time.

Flash Fiction Friday - Sharon MichaelsFamilies would walk up to me shaking their heads. They’d actually laugh in my face and keep moving on. I wanted to hide in the corner and never come out. Then one Thursday morning Cynthia stopped by my cage and asked to meet me. To make a long story short, we’ve been together ever since. I love my Cynthia and every day I make sure to go out of my way to show my love and appreciation.

With all that said, I don’t feel like a dog. I feel like a human trapped in a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel’s body. The thing is, I have more memories of being human than I have of being a dog. Sounds crazy doesn’t it?

I remember as if it was yesterday dancing in Las Vegas in one of the finest showrooms on the Strip. Back in the day I was a statuesque five foot eleven inches tall, with silky long blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I was a Vegas showgirl. I had my own apartment and I made good money. Lately, there’ve been days I sit and pout because I miss being the star of the most popular show in Las Vegas. All and all I had a really good human life.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining, but life as a dog has been an adjustment. I love dancing more than running after a stupid stick or chasing a smelly ground squirrel. Cynthia tells me when I’m asleep I move my legs and look like I’m dancing. She’s right. In my dog dreams, I’m in my human body dancing to the applause of my adoring fans.

I love when Cynthia puts on her rock and roll music and we dance around the living room. I believe I’ve even taught her a few new dance moves. We also belong to the Happy Hills Line Dancing Club. I go to every class at the clubhouse and stand on the sideline moving right along with the rest of the dancers. A couple of times I’ve run to the center of the room and showed them how I danced in Vegas. Everyone applauded and I think I blushed. It felt wonderful to perform. I don’t want to sound conceited, but I bet I could teach that dance class and show all of them a few sexy moves.

Well, here’s something I’d like you to think about…

Does your dog try to tell you about their human life?

Do they move and whimper in their sleep?

Do they sing when you’re singing?

Do they dance when you’re dancing?

Do they try to communicate with special looks or sounds?

Take it from me, don’t discount your pet’s actions. They’re most likely trying to share something special with you.

If I have a regret, it’s that I wish I could speak human. If I spoke human, I’d share my special Las Vegas memories with Cynthia. I know she’d enjoy hearing all my showgirl stories.
 
 
 
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As a dog I have a pampered life living in Happy Hills Arizona. My human Fred calls me his little princess. The story goes that Fred was picking up sushi for lunch at the local grocery store when he saw me sitting on the sidewalk tied to a shopping cart. I had my dish and a squeaky toy next to me. There was a note taped to the dish that read: This Shih Tzu is now homeless. Fred picked me up and took me home. That’s how I got my name Sushi. I didn’t have a collar or tag and I wasn’t microchipped. We never did find who left me at the store. I don’t remember much of my dog life before I started living with Fred. All I know is that my life is wonderful and Fred is my forever human.

My friends in the Detective Club and I solve mysteries here in Happy Hills. In fact, we’re considered quite the local celebrities. I have to be honest with you, this isn’t the first time I’ve been a celebrity. In my human life, before I ended up in the body of a twelve pound Shih Tzu, I was a world famous swim suit model. Really, I’m not kidding you. I was on the cover of a famous sports magazine several times and voted the most beautiful woman in the world two years in a row.

Flash Fiction Friday - Sharon MichaelsI’ve been having flashbacks to my human life. Sometimes I feel like I’m caught between two worlds – the past and the present. I think part of remembering the past is about making peace with how my human life ended.

Sure, I was a beautiful woman. I can thank my mother and father for my high cheekbones, blue eyes and long graceful legs. You know what I quickly realized? Beauty is only skin deep and it doesn’t last forever. Sounds like I’m negative, doesn’t it? Well, I am.

Toward the end of my human life I was treated more like a piece of merchandise than a person. I was a paycheck for so many people, that most of them lost sight of me as a human being. I don’t want you to jump ahead and think I took my own life, I didn’t. I do though think I may have worked myself to death. That’s probably why I’m so laid back and mellow in my new dog life. I’ve learned that there’s more to life than fame, fortune and fabulous hair.

Let me start at the beginning. Growing up in a tiny Midwest farming town surrounded by corn and cows I dreamt of being a beauty queen. Not just any beauty queen mind you, I set my sights on becoming Miss Universe. I trained day in and day out. I learned to walk, talk and look like a beauty queen.

No, I didn’t become Miss Universe. I did though become one of the richest women in the world. I was young, gorgeous, wealthy and famous! I couldn’t go anywhere without the paparazzi following me. I was on the cover every popular magazine in the world. I dated movie stars, billionaires and Wall Street moguls. I was living my dream life. Or so I thought.

In my early thirties I learned quickly there was a price to pay for my lifestyle, and I paid it.

I was obsessed with my weight, my clothes, my hair, my makeup and my press coverage. I ate next to nothing and by the time I was twenty-five I’d had so much plastic surgery my own mother could hardly recognize me. I was young and foolish and I didn’t care. Life was one party and one photo shoot after another. Then one day it all came crashing down around me.

When I was thirty-one I found a sore spot and bruise on my spine, but I decided to ignore it. Then, six months later I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. The diagnosis was cancer. I started treatment immediately. I lost my hair and my looks faded. My famous friends ignored my calls. My agent went on to her next upcoming meal ticket and dropped me as a client. The public forget about me. I was a washed up has been.

I moved back to the tiny Midwest farming town and my family nursed and cared for me. A year later to the day of my diagnosis I was buried in the small family cemetery on my grandparent’s farm. I know, it’s probably not the happy ending you were expecting – me either. Life sometimes throws you curve balls. It’s what you do with the curve balls that count.

I decided to leave my wealth to my family and to the local children’s hospital. The hospital now has an entire wing devoted to caring for children with life threatening illnesses.

My human Fred has given me a fantastic life here in Arizona. I’m a pampered and loved dog. There’s a special fellow in my life named Oscar who is a funny, smart and caring mini-dachshund. I also have great friends and together we help our community stay safe. My dog life is full of simple pleasures for which I’m extremely grateful.

I am grateful for you too. Thank you for reading my story and I invite you to read more about my Happy Hills friends and our adventures in the Oscar the Doxie Detective mystery series.
 
 
 
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This is a work of fiction.
None of it is real. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 
 
Oscar Book 4 - Kindle Cover

Here’s a link to the Paperback Book 4 –
The Oscar Imposter Mystery in Paperback

Here’s a link to the Kindle Book 4
The Oscar Imposter Mystery on Kindle
 
I invite you to stop by and check out all the books in An Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery Series An Oscar the Doxie Detective Series
 
 

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Thoughts Behind The Oscar Imposter Mystery –
Book 4 in an Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery

I’ll just come right out and say it – this is my favorite book in the Oscar the Doxie Detective four book mystery series. This is also going to be the last book in this cozy mystery series. With The Oscar Imposter Mystery, my gut feeling is that I won’t be able to “top” this one.

I wanted to share why book four – The Oscar Imposter Mystery – is so dear to my heart…

Oscar the Doxie Detective Book 4

Our Oscar was a very special dachshund in so many ways. Writing this series I wanted to honor his memory with dignity and respect. I wanted to express to you, the reader, his unique personality quirks, his love for us and our love for him, and his never give up attitude. Our Oscar was interviewed for the local newspaper and appeared in national magazine articles. In real life he actually was a canine celebrity. Not because he was a prize winning show dog, but because he was a fighter – a survivor.

My husband and I fell in love with Oscar when we saw his picture on a dachshund rescue website. He looked scared but tough. He looked confused but determined. He looked like he’d fit perfectly into our family.

When we drove to meet him, he ignored me (in fact he growled at me) and went straight for my husband. Oscar rolled over on his back and wanted my husband to rub his belly. Needless to say, Oscar came home with us that afternoon.

Here’s what we knew about his background:

  1. He was wandering in the Southwest United States desert during the brutal heat and monsoonal rains of the month of August. Animal control took him to the pound.
  2. He was found with three female dachshunds. All four dogs were in rough physical condition. One of the females did not survive.
  3. The speculation at the time was they were “throw-aways” from a puppy mill. The puppy mill had no more use for them so they dumped all four in the desert. Probably hoping they wouldn’t survive the heat or the coyotes.
  4. When he was found, Oscar weighed less than six pounds and was malnourished and dehydrated. He was all skin and bones.
  5. Our veterinarian thought he was about six years old and was used as a stud for breeding. His back teeth were worn down most likely from biting the bars of a metal cage.
  6. Within three months he needed serious back surgery due to injuries sustained earlier in his life. They thought he may have been kicked or abused. We carried him around for four months while he healed so he wouldn’t have to be in a crate or cage. Surgery was a success and after months of rehabilitation, he learned to walk and run again!
  7. He had no idea how to play. Toys meant nothing to him.
  8. He was always hungry – he loved to eat!
  9. We had eight wonderful and loving years with this little guy.

You can see why book four took on so much meaning for me. It’s my way to both educate about puppy mills and honor Oscar’s memory.

Oscar survived the hardships of the puppy mill and being abandoned. During our time together he taught us about patience, love and the power of never giving up. He was our mentor and teacher. You may want to stop by my Facebook author page were I regularly post The Wisdom of Oscar. I share some of the many lessons we learned from our smart little doxie.

Thank you for reading the Oscar the Doxie Detective cozy mystery series. And, thank you to everyone who took time to leave reviews. Please know how much I appreciate you!


 
 
 
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The Oscar Imposter Mystery in Paperback

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The Oscar Imposter Mystery on Kindle
 
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My name is Sophie and I’m a friend of Oscar the mini-dachshund. We live down the street from one another in a quiet retirement community called Happy Hills located in southern Arizona.

Flash Fiction Friday - Sharon MichaelsI wasn’t always a dog. Many years ago I was a human before I somehow turned up in this sleek body they call a Greyhound. I’m not just any dog, I’m an affectionate, athletic, gentle, intelligent, quiet and even tempered greyhound. Now that I think about it, it is uncanny how these traits so closely parallel my past human traits.

Something strange is beginning to happen. Almost every night I have flashbacks about my human life, the life I lived before I became a long-legged racing dog. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?

Believe it or not, the flash backs have to do with me being too smart. Really, why would I be concerned with being too smart as a human when I’m now a dog?

For some reason I’m reliving things I heard growing up as a girl in New York City. I was ridiculed for being too smart – I’m talking genius smart – over the top numbers on my I.Q. tests. I could read a book and remember it word-for-word. I started college when I was twelve years old. I was the youngest person to ever pass the bar exam and became a lawyer at age eighteen. I’m talking really, really smart!

Here are some of the things I heard: You’re too smart for your own good. Men don’t like smart women. People will think you’re too big for your britches. Don’t be a smarty pants. Yep, that’s what I heard – mostly from my helpful relatives.

You know what? All those negative remarks made me stronger. At first the words hurt, then I had an “aha.” I was going to use my brains to help others.

From the time I was eighteen and newly admitted to the bar, until I turned twenty-two I worked in a legal aid clinic. I was a public defender and helped those people who couldn’t afford to hire an attorney to get good legal help. Those years were some of the best years of my human life. I used my smarts to help empower women to go for their dreams, supported children in getting a good education and made sure families had a safe place to live.

People started calling me a do-gooder. I didn’t care. I never allowed words to chip away at my self-esteem. I never doubted my purpose. I never doubted myself. I knew in my heart of hearts that I was put on this earth to use my intelligence to make a positive difference in the world.

When the Manhattan District Attorney’s office reached out to me on my twenty second birthday and offered me a job, I couldn’t say no. Working to serve the citizens of New York City as an Assistant District Attorney was a dream come true.

I started out in the trial division helping more experienced lawyers prepare criminal cases for court. Within a few months, I was promoted to trying cases on my own. Not only did I try the cases – I got convictions. In my five years with the DA’s office, I had an unbeatable record for securing convictions. To say the least, I was able to send many bad guys away for a very long time. I was unstoppable in my dedication to making sure justice was served.

Here’s the downside to all that: My unbeatable record put a target on my back. Not only were defense attorneys aiming to spoil my long standing record for securing convictions, but the criminal element wanted to see me gone. When I say gone, I mean there were several underworld figures who placed hits on me. I literally was a walking target. My boss made sure I had a bodyguard going to and from court. I had a driver who picked me up in the morning and drove me home at night. I was a serious threat to the criminal elements of New York City.

Being the smarty pants that I was, I never thought I needed protection. I was more than capable of taking care of myself. I knew how to shoot a gun. I’d taken self-defense classes. I carried a stun gun. I thought I was untouchable. In the end I was too smart for my own good.

One snowy January night about eleven o’clock I decided I needed cottage cheese for my next day’s lunch. The grocery store was just down the street and open all night. I bundled up in a heavy down-filled coat, wool cap, mittens and my favorite clunky old snow boots. I decided not to take a purse. I just needed a few dollars to make my purchase and I didn’t want to be weighed down trying to walk on the snowy, icy sidewalks.

I should have realized something was off when my porch light wasn’t on. I figured it was a burned out bulb. As I started down the steps I heard a rumbling sound to my right. Out of nowhere came a snowmobile. I stepped off the last step and put my right foot on sidewalk when I saw a flash of light and heard a muffled noise that sounded like a bang. That’s when I felt the pain in my chest and saw blood oozing through my coat. I remember sliding to the ground. I had an out of body experience as I watched a man shoot me again and again. He stood over me for a few seconds and then got back on the snowmobile and drove away.

Do I have any regrets? Some. I wish I’d had more time to complete my work on earth. I know I could have made a difference in the lives of so many more people. You never know, I might have become the first female president of the United States.

Now as Sophie the greyhound, I’m content with life. Every day I wag my tail and thank my person Daniel for adopting me. I make it a priority to bring hope to the lives of the dogs I meet at the park and on the street. I’m a member of the Happy Hills Canine Detective Club and we’re making a positive difference in our community. I guess you could say I’m still a smarty pants and proud of it!
 
 

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This is a work of fiction.
None of it is real. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 
 Oscar the Doxie Detective SeriesCome enjoy more of my fiction in the short fun light-hearted cozy mysteries you can probably read in an hour or so. Pour your favorite beverage, sit back and enjoy seeing the world through the eyes of Oscar the doxie detective. I’m guessing after reading this canine adventure, you’ll realize your own dog knows a lot more than you think.

You can find an Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery Series on Amazon.com – quick read fun paperback and Kindle cozy mysteries. An Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery (3 Book Series)
 
 
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