Tuesday, October 3, 2023

When Dogs Fetch Trouble Instead of Triumph by Susan McCormick

LUCY BURDETTE: Today we are delighted to welcome Susan McCormick back to the blog--this time with a topic close to many of our hearts--dogs in books and life!


SUSAN MCCORMICK: I would like to say that dog character Boris the Newfoundland puppy made a  spectacular save in the newest book in my Fog Ladies cozy murder mystery series. Dogs of many breeds are known for their amazing rescue abilities. Certainly the giant dogs, Newfoundlands, St. Bernards, and Mastiffs, with their tremendous courage, strength, and innate skill, are among these heroes. Think Newfoundland Seaman of Lewis and Clark fame, or St. Bernard Barry in the Swiss Alps, or the entire fleet of Newfoundlands assisting the Coast Guard in Northern Italy. My personal giant dog loves—Kitty, Mandy, Earl, Edward, and Albert—were certainly heroic in their loyalty, love, and slobber, and I miss them all greatly. 

In my own life, through my ten-year-old eyes, I witnessed this unwavering protective nature when my baby brother crawled toward the top of our treacherous basement stairs. One of the four of us older kids had dangerously left the door open. Our St. Bernard, Mandy, dashed over and grabbed him by the scruff of the back of his neck, otherwise known as his shirt collar, and pulled him safely away. 

My Newfoundland, Albert, wasn’t much for the water and might not rise to the occasion if called on. The one and only time he entered a lake, with the lure of an entire Pacific Northwest salmon, he gracefully breaststroked to shore and never waded in above his ankles again. Instinct can only go so far.


Albert aside, I set out to find ordinary heroes among the gentle giant set, and because of these breeds’ inherent bravery, immense size, powerful builds, and fearless determination, I expected to find examples of rescue after rescue. This is what I discovered:

190-pound English Mastiff Floyd, pooped out after an exhausting two-mile trek in Utah, lounged peacefully on a gurney hefted by human rescuers who carried the big boy back down the trail.

150-pound Mastiff Mason tumbled down a riverbank in Texas and was hoisted on a stretcher to safety by the fire department.

Missing 165-pound elderly Newfoundland Smitty Bear was found trapped by logs down a steep ravine in his own backyard and was saved by firefighters with a chainsaw and a rescue basket.

120-pound St Bernard Daisy developed leg pain and plopped at the top of a mountain in England, and eight volunteer rescuers carried her down.

My own 180-pound English Mastiff Earl, tied to an enormous compost bin during a friend’s outdoor barbecue, got spooked and raced across the yard, compost bin flying behind like a kite, only to charge off a ledge and land six feet below, buried in decaying organic matter. My husband rescued him, pushing his huge backside up over the edge. Earl was terrified of trash day ever since, with all those lurking compost bins ready to attack him.



Dogs have helped humans for centuries, tirelessly digging out avalanche victims, dragging drowning swimmers to shore, unearthing victims under rubble. So these canine creatures deserve every rescue we can offer.

As for Boris in The Fog Ladies: Date with Death, at the crucial moment when he was needed, called on to spring into action and corner the killer, on the verge of becoming a legendary hero himself, what does he do? He demurs. He diverts toward the cheese platter on the coffee table instead. The rescue is left to the Fog Ladies themselves.

Do you know a dog who has rescued, or who has needed rescuing? 

Short Synopsis of The Fog Ladies: Date with Death, Book 4 in The San Francisco Cozy Murder Mystery series

The Fog Ladies are at it again, spunky senior sleuths and an overstressed young medical resident solving murders from their elegant apartment building in San Francisco. They join a senior dating group, and romantic intrigue soon turns to murder. Graham Parselle, lady killer extraordinaire, plunges off a cliff on a Senior Singles outing. Did one of his dates pitch him over? Or is Olivia Honeycut’s new beau to blame?

Bio

Susan McCormick is an award-winning writer and doctor who lives in Seattle. She graduated from Smith College and George Washington University School of Medicine, with additional medical training in Washington, DC and San Francisco, where she lived in an elegant apartment building much like the one in the Fog Ladies books. Susan served as a doctor in the US Army for nine years before moving to the Pacific Northwest and civilian practice. In addition to the Fog Ladies series, she also wrote Granny Can’t Remember Me, a lighthearted picture book about Alzheimer’s disease and dementia, and The Antidote, a middle grade to adult medical fantasy. She is married with two boys. Though dogless now, Susan loves giant dogs, the bigger and slobberier the better. Visit her at https://susanmccormickbooks.com/


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63 comments:

  1. Congratulations, Susan, on your newest book . . . it does sound as if the clever Fog Ladies have an interesting mystery to solve.
    Some of your dog stories made me laugh, but I love big dogs. For many years, we had golden retrievers [not quite as big as Mastiffs and Newfoundlands, but still . . . ]They were wonderful at keeping the curious Little Ones from getting themselves into dangerous situations. [They also liked to stand in the kitchen when I was making lunch . . . one day when I was making bologna sandwiches, they kept carefully lifting the bologna off the bread and gobbling it up while I was turned around to get the cheese!]

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    1. Joan, that's too funny! Teamwork--distract her, then go for the goodies!

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    2. And isn’t it amazing how those enormous tongues can do such delicate work? Bologna only, no bread, no lettuce.

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  2. We always had dachshunds growing up, and mom could leave my sister and I safely in the car, knowing how fiercely protective they were if anyone approached those open windows ….

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  3. I'm a fan of the Fog Ladies series and congratulations on your book release. I know a few people who have rescued dogs.

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    1. Thank you, Dru! So there are heroic rescue dogs, and then there’s a quieter group of humans who rescue dogs. Funny.

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  4. Not a dog person, but I have known some sweet ones (usually the ones with humans who have trained them well). I haven't gotten to your series yet, but The Fog Ladies sounds like a delightful premise.

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  5. SUSAN: Congratulations on the new book! I am a big fan of the Fog Ladies, and my Kindle version downloaded on my tablet yesterday. I am looking forward to reading about their new antics. Senior dating gone wrong, oh my!

    No dogs growing up in Toronto or here in my Ottawa apartment but I see plenty of energetic, dogs on my street. My neighbour's dog Suda is a 2-year old Black Lab. Suda loves playing tag with me but she is so strong that she can drag me down the hallway.

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    1. And that dog was probably only 80 pounds or so! Like the weight of a super skinny Fog Lady. Dog muscles are not like people muscles. A particular weight dog is far stronger than the same weight human. Lucky dogs.

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    3. I am a sturdy 5 ft 7" woman, not a lightweight. But Suda definitely has no trouble pulling me along. She was not willing to give up our tug-of-war game!

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    4. We should all have the muscles of a dog!

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  6. I love your dog stories Susan! We have a feisty Havanese now, following two Australian shepherds. Honestly Lottie thinks she's as big and fierce as the big dogs were. She'd likely need to be rescued from attacking one of those dogs!

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    1. Those little guys are the fiercest! One of the first characters I wrote in the series was Enid Carmichael’s Bichon Frise, tiny but a terror.

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  7. Happy to see another installment in the Fog Ladies series! My youngest son has adopted a big dog of mixed breed. I could almost ride him. He was rescued from being abandoned by a previous owner.

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    1. This kind of dog rescue, the kind where people take in strays or shelter dogs, this is the most heroic kind.

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    2. Yes, I agree Susan! In our community we have a young lady who rescues dogs who are roaming and without shelter or owners (not in the pound) makes sure they get their shots, chipped, vet visits and finds good homes for them. Such a great thing.

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  8. My husband adopted our first dog from the Humane Society and we named her Golda (she was a Hungarian Puli). She was a Hollywood movie wanting to be written - she would often climb on the roof to watch the world go by and one day she jumped off! When it rained she'd find a way to escape from the backyard and later we'd get a call from the local bar to come pick her up. She'd also bark non-stop until it stopped raining. She should have been named Houdini as she could escape from anywhere. There stories about her could fill a novel!

    We had other dogs that we rescued. Odie was a cute sandy colored mix and Sadie part pit bull but mostly part Beagle - she loved to howl at emergency vehicle sirens.

    I'd love to have a golden lab. Nowadays I see a lot of lab, retriever and pretty much everything mixed with a puddle dog. They make for some very cute dogs and are supposed to be dog hair free. I'd love to have a lab-r-doodle (not sure how to spell it!)

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    1. Dogs are so funny. How a dog like Golda gets through life unscathed is a mystery.

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    2. Hi Susan, yes it was amazing - she lived to be quite old. Sorry for all the misspelling. The "puddle" dog is really a poodle!

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  9. Congratulations on the book! My grandparents' neighbors' dog, Mugs, a big sheep-dog mix, once saved me from a spanking by jumping on my father's arm. LOL

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  10. Congratulations Susan! Your stories about dogs needing rescue cracked me up, especially poor Earl and the compost bin. I've had a couple of golden retrievers that turned into mules on occasion and refused to continue. Luckily a little coaxing and a few treats worked to get them going again. As a former 9-1-1 dispatcher, I definitely remember calls about dogs who had fallen from trails in the Columbia Gorge and needed rescue, Eventually a volunteer organization was formed that we could call on.

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    1. So this people rescuing dogs is a common thing. Ha! I wonder what the ratio is--dogs who rescue people vs people who rescue dogs. Maybe it's the people who are the heroes!

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  11. Susan, I love your "big dog" stories and I am a dog lover through and through. I was single when I got my first German Shepherd in 1977. In 1979, he charmed the guy who bought the condo across the street from mine and that guy is still around;>)
    The fourth and last GS Dog crossed the rainbow bridge last winter and I don't think we will get another.
    But big dogs remain a passion and our personal stories about these dogs will entertain us for a long time to come.
    I will look for your books today!

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    1. Thank you. You are right that the giant dogs are the gentlest, but also a little daunting as we get older. I've actually never been knocked down by a giant dog, but I did get my feet tangled up by a tiny dog. Go figure.

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  12. Susan, I just saw something about the Fog Ladies series and put the books on my list to check out--I'm on the seniorish side of life myself and enjoy reading about feisty characters. As for dogs, we never had one as big as yours, but we did have a fiercely protective and whip-smart English shepherd (similar to a Border collie). Everyone and every animal on our mini-farm were hers to guard.

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    1. I hope you enjoy the series and all the dog (and cat and human) characters.

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  13. I love dog stories. I can say my rescue dog, Blue, certainly rescued me during a very lonely time in my life. I miss her every day. aprilbluetx at yahoo dot com (and actually, today would have been her 24th birthday so I really love this post. How I wish dogs lived as long as we do.)

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    1. It is decidedly unfair about dog years. I think the giant dog years are 10 dog years to 1 person year. :(

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  14. Hank Phillippi RyanOctober 3, 2023 at 8:46 AM

    Thank you for a laugh out loud morning! And I am still picturing that compost heap.

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  15. Hank Phillippi RyanOctober 3, 2023 at 8:47 AM

    Oops! Hit send too soon. It’s just so funny to think of that compost bin kiting out behind him… what an image! And yes, growing up, we had Irish setters, who were both sides of the coin, couple of them, absolutely goofy, and one completely valiant.

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    1. Earl was smelly forever, and skittish even longer. Those valiant dogs are keepers. Well, heck, all dogs are keepers.

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  16. First, thank you for your service, and for writing the wonderful Fog Lady books. I'm looking forward to Date with Death.

    I love all animals, but I admit to a love of oversized service dogs. One of my dogs, TR, a German Shorthaired Pointer, had the innate ability to find small children. We discovered it quite by accident when he found a shoe and tracked it to the child who had somehow gotten locked in a garden shed. I attempted to have him trained for SAR, but he was petrified of loud noises and washed out. He did become a therapy dog and loved working with children and the elderly.

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  17. Congrats on your latest mystery, Susan. I love all dog stories and yours are some of the best! All of my dogs have been rescue dogs - and they have made my life infinitely better. I guess it's the old "who rescued who/m" situation.

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  18. Sadly I have never had a dog, never missed having one, but I love hanging around with and hearing about other people's. Congrtulations on your new mystery, Susan! I'd love to hear about how you name your characters... such interesting names.

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    1. Hallie, no one has ever asked me that. So kudos. We used to have a family game--name names of an older generation. Wayne, June, Wilfred, etc. I loved coming up with the ladies' names, most of which popped into my head as I wrote, but likely seeded there through this longtime game.

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  19. Susan, I'm so glad you shared that story about your childhood St Bernard rescuing your baby brother. I've never had a dog, but--like Hallie--I always enjoy giving attention to other people's dogs if they are well-behaved. I also love stories of animals helping or saving people (and hold out hope for the human race when we try to help or save animals!)

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    1. That is funny about the well-behaved. No matter how well-behaved a giant dog is (because giant dog is synonymous with slobber), non-dog people are unhappy. What's a little slobber, I say?

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  20. Welcome back Susan ! I love this series and I’m looking forward to read: The Fog Ladies: Date with Death
    Danielle

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  21. Hi Susan, I love your dog stories. They are hilarious - especially the dog who pulled a trash bin behind him.

    The writer Valerie Burns has a new series where the "best supporting canine companion" is a large English Mastiff she inherited from her late grandmother.

    And I look forward to checking out your Fog Ladies books.

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    1. I listened to the audiobook of the first book in that series and it is terrific.

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    2. That sounds wonderful! I remember the Henry and Mudge stories about a mastiff from when my kids were little. Love, love, love mastiffs!

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  22. Susan, welcome to JRW! You are a new to me author. Actually, I discovered your book Fog Ladies in the monthly newsletter about new mysteries in October from ? Dru ?

    Though I do not recall the specifics, I remember a dog who saved his human (an elderly person) from an attacker who tried to rob the house ? The dog was shot and survived thanks to surgery. The dog saved his human. And I have heard of dogs who rescued babies or toddlers. And there is Lassie from the movies.

    Just ordered your Fog Ladies mystery from Apple Books!

    Diana

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  23. I love ALL dog stories because, good and bad, they are most likely true for some canine somewhere!

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  24. Love those dogs! We had an Airedale years back, Maurice, who competed with our young son for the squeaky toys. Once when camping, said son found himself in a gulley and needed rescuing. He held up his arms, one hand holding an apple, waiting to be "airlifted" out. Maurice slowly walked over, ducked his head, grabbed the apple, and kept going.

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  25. I’m still having trouble signing in or commenting, but here goes. I love big dogs. Most are so smart and so loyal. I've never had one, but my daughter did. She and her family had a Newfoundland, and Hank was one of the best dogs ever. So full of love and smart as they come. When my granddaughter was just a toddler, she and my daughter were outside. Daughter was working in the vegetable garden with Isabella right there with her. Well, as so often is the case, Ashley turned around for a couple of minutes where she couldn't see Isabella, and when she turned back around Isabella was gone. Ashley started looking and told Hank to go find Izzy. They live in the country with a road right in front of their house and a pond. When Ashley got to the pond Hank was holding the bottom of Izzy's dress in his mouth so she couldn't go anywhere. If I lived in the country, I'd have a Newfoundland.

    Susan, I really want to start reading the Fog Ladies. When I can start reading again, they will definitely be on my list. And, your dog stories were delightful.

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  26. Oh, my God, Susan, that compost bin story is the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Most of the dogs I've known have been large on love and short on heroism, I'm afraid. One time I was walking my oldest daughter's Janey, a 45 lb. Mexican street dog, and my two Shih Tzus, when a neighbor's new rescue, who had not yet been trained from its aggression, broke free of its lead and charged across the street straight at us.

    Now my daughter, who loves Janey very much, liked to say the dog would fling herself into danger to protect "her pack." In practice? Not so much. While the neighbor's dog went after my Shih Tzus, and I was kicking it repeatedly and yelling, Janey ran as far away as her leash would let her and hid behind a mailbox pillar.

    All well that ends well; the neighbor came pelting after his pooch, apologized profusely, and no one was hurt. But I did point out to my daughter that Janey would be happy to let both me and my dogs get eaten, so maybe not count on her as a guard dog...

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    1. Oh, that is funny. We all hope and pray our dogs (and we) will rise to the occasion if needed, but thankfully, we are not often tested. Janey failed, but I can picture her behind the pillar.

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  27. Love the Fog Ladies, Susan, and LOVE the dog stories. Especially the compost bin! My first dog as an adult was a Great Dane who ate furniture and windowsills and loved to sit in your lap. Gorgeous and noble looking but maybe not the brightest of the bunch, bless her. None of our German shepherds have ever had to protect us, but they are champion barkers!

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  28. Okay, this book is going on my to-buy list mainly because of Boris. I've had many Newfies and Newf mixes in my long life. There was Kaiser who took out the back window of my Jeep Wagoneer trying to get to the Commanding General of Ft. Knox for crimes against humanity. (The man was running in a Speedo and nothing else but socks and running shoes.) He also drank beer, after being taught the ability by an Israeli JAG officer, and ate 6 9x14 pans of raw yeast rolls meant for Christmas gifts to other military families in quarters. Then there was Cooper who was determined to save both my husband and me while we stood in an above-ground pool, heads and shoulders above water while he madly dog-paddled circles around us looking for that "scruff of the neck" to latch on to so he could drag us to safety. Currently, there is Jake, a Newf/Great Pyrenees mix (rescue) who runs the fence line at dawn and dusk barking loudly to warn intruders he is on duty and who barks at random ghosts when they appear in our house. Yes, I laughed through your post and appreciated it because, "Been there, done that, still wear the T-shirt!" I have morestories for Boone, Kody, Micco, and Babe, other Newf/mix rescues that have graced our lives. Congrats on the new book and I'm looking forward to reading all about Boris and the Fog Ladies!

    And yes, I've inserted a random Newf here or there in my own books. 😉

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    1. So many Newfies! I am very proud of Boris, and he first appears in Book 3, where he has digestive issues.

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    2. I will totally check that one out too! I get the...digestive issues (given Kaier's beer drinking and fondness for roll dough). 🤣

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