This is the first real “Triska Cam” pic. She was being really good so I felt comfortable snapping a few photos while I rode. We’re having a great time going on rides and they just mowed one of the fields so working on “arena” work is much easier until the grass grows again. Her trot is starting to settle into something a little more comfortable and her canter is lovely. We just gotta work on those circles.
My friend Kimberly of Night Lily Design (link on sidebar if you want to see her awesome creations) and I had a BBQ over Memorial Day as sort of a welcome party for Triska. We, bathed her, painted her nails, braided her hair, and boy did she look good. She loved the attention too.
She even met a new friend.
Fortunately Triska gets along well with dogs, though Bilge Rat (yes, that’s his name) did get a warning nudge when he tried to sniff her butt. LOL. I swear Kira was trying to give Triska her ball to play with the other day. Triska didn’t try to eat it, fortunately, but she wasn’t too sure what to do with it otherwise.
And now for the Brown Update.
The tour is coming along nicely. I’m going to be giving away three copies of Science Fiction Trails 10. Singed in the US, unsigned if people would rather have a kindle copy (don’t have access to anything but kindle, sorry) or if they are in another country. Of course you have to give me your address 😉 The tour includes a free story, so it’s almost like two give-aways.
You’ll want to check out her ghost-hunting prowess so be sure to tune in June 11th through 17th. Stop schedule here.
Excerpt from Saloon of Doom:
“You sure you fight ghosts? This ‘un is a mean ‘un,” someone in the crowd shouted.
“Of course, fine sir. Brown caught one herself just last week. It’s that Border Collie Eye….”
I didn’t remember that ghost, but I barked once in agreement anyway. That got a few more claps.
“If the individual who summoned me would step forward, I’d like to get to work right away. The sooner we dispatch the foul creature, the sooner you gentlefolks can get back to your lives.”
The Sheriff stepped forward and touched the brim of his hat. “That’d be me, Mr. Gyles.”
My human’s scent changed slightly to sour nervousness.
“Nice to meet you.” My human jumped down from the bench and held out his hand to the Sheriff.