Funny what makes it in, what stays out. Every little animal I've ever kept has made it, or will make it, into a book. Henry's there already, in the form of Orange Cat in LIVVIE OWEN LIVED HERE.
You can meet Lola this October when BODY OF WATER is released – she plays the role of Widdershins, at least in my head.
And in my third book, which you will hopefully get to read at some point, my sister-in-law's mean and hateful little poodle, Chewbacca, makes an appearance.
I sort of hate that dog. He broke Lola's nose once, but that occurrence did not make it into either novel.
Sorry, I don't have a picture of Chewbacca. If you really want to know, he looks like a dirty cottonball. With fangs.
Buddy Sunshine, my oversized Rottie mix, did make it into a middle grade novel that has never seen the light of day.
And in my most recent novel, there is a cat named Stella who is a lot like my Sage-cat. Actually, Sagey-Boo was also in LIVVIE, in the form of Gray Cat (although she is clearly not gray).
You know who, quite conspicuously, has never made it into a novel of mine?
That first one is Stuff, my very first horse. And the second is my current horse, Magnum.
As a kid, all I ever read were horse stories. When I wasn't reading horse stories, I was visiting a neighbor's horse, or cleaning stalls to pay for riding lessons, or, after I managed to get a horse of my own, out playing in the pasture with him. Sometimes I read horse stories and played in the pasture at the same time:
So guess what? For Camp NaNoWriMo, I am finally writing a horse story! Maybe someday some horse-crazy kid can lie on their horse's back and read it. That's the dream. I am super-serious about this. As serious as Magnum:
Also, eventually, my husband's new pup, Oscar, will have to make it into a novel. Because, OMG, cute.
So how's your Camp NaNo coming?