Meet Butterscotch. Butterscotch is a character in one of my short stories in the book I’m currently working on: The Missing Butler and Other Life Mysteries (A Collection of Short Stories).butterscotch2


Dog Walk

  Getting ready to go out for another walk. This picture was taken yesterday. Not a great one. Binka is in the forefront. The sun was in my eyes, and I was basically pointing and guessing.
The dogs did well together. The day before when Odin arrived, Binka was not pleased. But, they are adjusting to each other. I’m still missing Barney and thinking it was too soon, perhaps the same thing Binka was thinking. However, I’m trying to make it work. My husband kept saying he looks just like Barney. He looks very little like Barney. The only similarity is the size and black color, and even that is different. So, I ask him, “How soon after I die would you move another woman in? A younger one. Would you say she looked just like me?” Okay, I’m joking here, I think.
The whole scene the day before when the dog arrived was like something out of a cartoon. One of the first things we did was take Odin and Binka for a short walk, a half mile around the field, just to show him around. He was on a leash. We don’t normally keep dogs on leashes, but since everything was new we thought it was for the best. He has since broken two leashes. We are now out of leashes.
He dragged my husband around the field, really giving him a workout. He didn’t see the five deer that ran in front, but went after a rabbit, dragging my husband behind him. After the walk, he discovered the cats. Barney, Binka and the cats were always best buds, but this dog does not like cats. They might have thought he was playing at first, but soon found out he meant business from the growls. The chase began. They ran furiously around the fish pond, until the cat took a high dive in from the waterfall. You can only imagine how bad it must have been for a cat to dive into a pond to escape a dog.
We were both astounded and frightened by this whole situation. I say, “Tie him up out near the deck where the cats stay so he can get used to them, maybe grow to love them.” That was when he broke the second leash. That was the leash that we occasionally used on Barney when someone who would visit didn’t like dogs. They were usually scared of Barney and his affectionate ways. Barney broke leashes rather easily, too.
So, anyway, we have a cat in the fish pond. I’m worried about the fish, as the cats are always eyeing them. But, due to the situation, I’m sure the cat was too stressed to think about consuming fish, even if he could have caught them. I asked my husband, “Can he get out on his own.” He said, “Yes.” How he knew this I didn’t know. But he did. The cat was so pathetic looking. Who knew a cat was so skinny under all that fur. He looked like a nervous stick figure drawing. I’m afraid they all might be getting skinnier before this is over. We put their food out, but don’t know exactly who is eating it, since we have seen very little of them since Odin has come on the scene. We are pretty sure they are hiding out in the greenhouse. My husband has been putting cat food in there. I know they must be coming out from time to time. I suspect that every time Odin growls. There have been no more chases that I know of.
And there has been no more climbing over the car. No, I didn’t mention that. My husband went to the car to get something, and the dog must have thought he was going for a ride. He jumped up on the car, trotting right over it like a sidewalk. I was afraid of dents, but I only see paw prints.
There is a herd of deer that usually walk from one field to the other through our front yard every morning. They have stayed away. These same deer have been eating from our garden for the past two years. One morning I woke up to see all the kale gone. And, yes, we tried everything short of an expensive fence. Barney used to keep them out, but quit after he got older. He just didn’t have it in him anymore. I am seeing a bright ray of hope of having a deer free garden this year.
All I can say is that we have made it through two days. I’m sure it will work out. Going for that third walk now.

The Adventures of Butterscotch

Synopsis: A dog has a harrowing day, finds a hero and changes her name.

The Adventures of Buttercup Butterscotch

IMG_1385“Surprise!” Bernie removed his hands from Doris’s eyes.

“An amusement park?”

“Not just any amusement park. The Jungle Park. Action and adventure for the whole family, that’s what the brochure said.”

“But Bernie, there is just the two of us.” A slight whimper emerged into the air, and Doris covered her purse with her hands. “This is our second date, and we’re a little past the family stage,” Doris blushed.

“Did you hear something?” Bernie asked.


“Do you want a piece of candy?”


“Are you sure? It’s butterscotch.”

“Butterscotch? No.” Another whimper.

“Are you sure you didn’t hear anything?” Bernie looked around. “Oh, well. Let’s get in line for our tickets.”

“The gates are certainly big and pearly white,” Doris said, as she clasped tightly onto her purse.

“What do you have in that thing?”


“Your bag. Sure is big.”

“Nothing, just stuff.”

“How about the roller coaster?” Bernie asked.

“Hmm?” Doris looked at him.

“For our first ride.”


Doris sunk one hand into the front bar, and the other one around her purse. “It sure is a long way down.”

“Don’t worry, Hon, I’ve got you,” He snuggled closer putting his arm around her. “”Whoa, what was that? Something moved. I felt something wet on my fingertip.”


  You have a dog in that bag?”

“He’s so small, Bernie.” Doris pleaded. “I just got him last week. I couldn’t leave him home by himself.”

Bernie looked at her and back at the dog’s minute head peeking from the purse. “Oh, well, no harm. He’s already here. Just keep him hidden.”


A zillion screams began with the descent.


“The dog is a she. Her name is Buttercup.”

“What?” Bernie shouted.

Millions of shrill dog whistles. I think I’m going crazy. We’re up so high. Don’t they know I’m scared of heights? Why didn’t she leave me home? Fill my food and water bowl, leave a few dog biscuits scattered around. Pop in a “Lassie” DVD? I would have been fine.


“The jungle boats, let’s head that way,” said Bernie. “Push that dog back down into your purse. We don’t want to get in trouble. What did you say his name was? Butterscotch?”

A herd of preschoolers ran by, talking and shouting all at once.

“Buttercup, and it’s a she.”

“What? I didn’t hear you Hon.”

“Oh, never mind.”

“Be careful, now. Don’t rock the boat.”

What are those sounds? They are coming from that jungle next to the water. Water! Don’t they know I can’t swim? What do they think I am? A lab? I’m a Dachshund, for heaven sakes. Look at these paws. Do they think I could maneuver in the water with these? And these ears. I’ll sink faster than an anvil. Oh, no, I remember my master saying pearly gates. I’m doomed.

That was a lion’s roar. I know that sound. He’s coming for the boat. I just know it. Dog overboard!

 “Bernie,” Doris screamed. “He’s headed for the falls. Do something.”

“What can I do? Butterscotch, Butterscotch!”

“She can’t hear you. The waterfall, it’s too noisy. And, it’s Buttercup.”

Is this what it feels like to die? I’m sinking, sinking. Everything is in slow motion. What is that sound? Is it the waterfall? No, I think it’s the sound of AUM. I’m going home. My life is flashing before my eyes. It’s times like these I wish I were a cat.

I’m caught. Oh, no, my red kerchief is caught on a branch. Now, I’m not only going to drown. I’m going to choke as well. What was my master thinking?

 What’s that? The hand of God? No, it’s Bernie. He’s saving me. You’re all wet, Bernie.

“Come on, Butterscotch, I’ve got you. You’ll be fine.”

It’s Buttercup, Bernie. Oh, never mind. You’re my hero.

 “Now where is the doorway out of here?” Bernie scratched his drenched thinning hair with one hand, while grasping onto Buttercup firmly with the other.

Oh, Bernie, I’m sorry. I bet that watch is ruined. What was that sound? A tiger, I’m sure of it. Are we lost, Bernie? I need to pee. Is that a real tree? It looks fake. The grass, it looks like AstroTurf. I’m sure of it. Is this even a real jungle, Bernie?

 “Do you want a piece of candy? It’s butterscotch, Butterscotch. No, I don’t suppose so. You might choke.”

We’re lost in the jungle, and you’re worried about me choking on a piece of candy? Bernie, did you just throw that wrapper on the ground? That’s littering. We are so, going to get in trouble. Oh, no, what was I thinking? Hansel and Gretel, right? You’re leaving candy wrappers, so we won’t go in circles. Smart thinking, Bernie.

 I see light, Bernie. You saved the day. You saved my life, again. You’re my hero.

“Sir, did you know you are not supposed to bring pets to the park? I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”


“Bernie, Bernie, are you okay? And, my precious little Buttercup. Are you going to be all right?” Doris took her from Bernie’s arms.

Butterscotch, Doris. I’ve changed my name to Butterscotch.






Art · dogs · Synchronicity

Law of Attraction Gone to the Dogs

Last night after several attempts I think I successfully drew a dog.  At least my husband said it looked like a dog.  The first attempt reminded me of the salt monster on one of the very first Star Trek episodes.  I can’t say what breed this is, if any.  I’m posting with it a story I had written and posted years earlier.





Barney and Binka in picture.

I’m thankful for synchronicity and answered prayer.

(I believe that every genuine thought is a prayer, and that every prayer is answered.  “Ask and ye shall receive.” On some days we think today I’m going to be happy and we are.  On other days we think I’m going to be sick, and we are.  Thoughts can’t be forced.  Forced thoughts only provide counter thoughts.  I do believe outlooks can be changed towards the positive which in turn can change our thoughts towards the positive.  This is a re-post of something I previously wrote – something true.)

So much is written about the law of attraction.  I see it working in my life daily.  Sometimes I judge it as good, sometimes bad.  This is an example of good.

I’m learning more about the process.  Mostly we go about our lives letting our subconscious control us.  The subconscious is like a computer waiting for commands, functioning well when we have a clean cache and give it precise commands, or operating erratically when we give it confused signals.  I have discovered through various life experiences that the subconscious respects and responds to authority, better yet, authority with determination.  I’m going to give true examples here.

We had buried our Labrador Abigail.  She had been with me for almost sixteen years and with my husband for over a year.  Dogs probably do outlast spouses in this day and age.  It’s almost a must to have a dog when you live on a farm.  It took almost six months before I became ready for another dog.  We were beginning to plan out our hiking trails in the woods surrounding the house.  Our neighbors were reporting see bob cats and even bears in the area.  This hadn’t really bothered me, as I hadn’t experienced sightings myself.  My aunt had made the comment, “Aren’t you scared walking in the woods by yourself?”  Well, I hadn’t been; but the power of her words seeped in.

The next day as I was walking enjoying the beauty of nature that busy voice within me was talking away.  It said, “God, I think I’m reading for another dog now, preferably a German Shepard, as you know that is what Chris wants, since he seems to think that breed will provide me protection out here.”  My busy inner voice continued on to some other matter, as I walked on towards the house.

The next day I went out to enjoy the path we had lain out thus far.  As I was within a tenth of a mile from the house, I saw what seemed to be a pure bred German Shepard facing me.  We both stood there frozen staring at each other for a moment.  My mind kept saying over and over, please be friendly… please be friendly.  The dog followed me back to the house.  It took a little while for me to remember the prayer  that I had stated the day before.  And when I did, I was in total awe.  We named the dog Abner.  We suspected that there were two dogs; one died along the interstate, the other made it’s way through the woods to our property.  Abner was old and sad, as if he had lost his partner.  He only lived a few months, but he had a good home I think until his death.

After Abner’s death Chris said, “What we need is a puppy.” The next day a lady who worked in his office approached him asking if we might be interested in one of a bunch of German Shepard Elk Hound puppies her aunt needed to give away – another moment of astonishment to say the least.  She was visiting her aunt that weekend and would even bring one to us, and we lived quite a distance.

Well, Elmer was a very friendly dog, and perhaps I gave him too much attention as a puppy.  He loved the long walks in the woods, but he wanted that kind of nearness on a non-stop basis.  He liked to roam the neighborhood.  Being surrounded by other farms we have a large neighborhood.  One day he didn’t return after one of his outings.  All of our inquiries led to dead ends.  Different neighbors would say I saw him a few days ago. We think a family, with children, eventually adopted him.  Elmer moved on.  We moved on.

One day as I was mowing the lawn I thought about Abigail as I was mowing over her grave.  I wondered if she had been reincarnated.  I remembered how she was so afraid and would practically knock me down to protect her self from other dogs.  In our neighborhood, there were two vicious dogs; obviously, the owner had trained to be hostile.  Getting past these dogs was a real chore.  Abigail proved to be no protection against them.

I silently, with determination and authority said, “God, you know I really didn’t want a German Shepard.  That was really what my husband wanted.  What I really want is another lab, this time with a little bit more fierceness built in.”

Later that day, the phone rang.  It was Chris.  He said, “Jerri, someone dumped two lab puppies off in one of the professor’s backyard last night.  He wants to know if we would be interested?”  So, wow, can you imagine my surprise!  Well, by this point, I guess I wasn’t SO surprised.  We’ve had Barney now for over three years.  We extended our trail to the woods nearing the house of the neighbor with the vicious dogs.

Unbeknownst to us he expanded his wild pack from two to five.  At one time, Barney held all five dogs off me.  He got a little scratched up in the process, but that didn’t deter him.  Chris fenced that area so neither Barney nor I would have to contend with them.

Barney and I just returned from our walk.