The Write Pet: Rainy Days by L.A. Remenicky #amwriting

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I’ll admit it, my kids have paws. Currently, there are three Remenicky furkids: George – a black cat, Bella – a German Shepard/Black Lab mix, and Rainy – an English Mastiff. For most of my life I’ve had pets. Dogs, cats, hamsters, and goldfish – they’ve all been a part of my life. I am an animal lover but I am most definitely a dog person.

George is a grumpy black cat that tolerates the dogs. His can usually be found sleeping George 081713on the back of the couch. If he’s not sleeping he is usually crying that his food dish is empty or that he wants a drink out of the faucet – heaven forbid he should drink out of the same dish as the dogs. We rescued him from the local animal shelter. He was the six-month old kitten that had to be placed with the adult cats instead of the rest of the kittens because he terrorized all the kittens that were smaller than him.

Bella is a bundle of energy – most days I call her Stinker Bella or Energizer Bella. After four years she is finally settling down a bit and has realized that attention and petting are a good thing.

Rainy is the complete opposite of Bella. Rainy is a typical Mastiff, mellow and somewhat My Girlslazy. Of our two dogs Rainy is a momma’s girl. She came into our lives as a puppy the year I was between jobs. My husband and I wanted to get a dog to be a companion to Bella after our Jack made his crossing on the Rainbow Bridge.

We knew we wanted a larger dog and we started researching breeds and scoping out the local animal shelters. After a couple of weeks we were getting discouraged, none of the dogs we had seen were the one. It’s an amazing thing when you look into their eyes and you just know that is the dog for you. Our luck finally changed; a friend we worked with had two litters of English Mastiff puppies. They were so small it was hard to believe that they could grow to be over 200 pounds. It was hard to choose, they were all so adorable. The first puppy that caught our eye had already found his forever home so we sat on the floor and played with the puppies, trying to get a feel for their personalities. My husband chose Rainy and then we waited until they were old enough to leave their mama. The day we picked her up we were so excited.

Rainy and I spent many days together and have developed a special bond. Most nights Rainy puppyshe can be found on the couch with her head in my lap or sleeping next to my chair if I am at my laptop writing. Her snores make me smile and the gas – let’s just say that she can definitely clear a room. When she is awake she likes to nose my arm, trying to get my attention to let her outside or to give her some attention. My life would definitely be lacking without her in it.


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Title: Ragan’s Song – Fairfield Corners Book 2

Publisher: Self published

Date Published: October 5, 2013

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Word Count: 45,123

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It only took one look into his eyes for her to know she was in trouble.

Adam Bricklin has heard the melody in his head for years, the melody that told him if a decision was right or wrong. When he met Ragan Newlin the song told him she was the one. He was devastated when circumstances tore them apart. It has taken three years for Adam to finally move past the heartbreak he suffered when Ragan left town in the middle of the night. No note, no email, no text. She was just gone. Now he has a new girlfriend, a new album in the works, and his daughter is doing well in school. Until the day Ragan returned to Fairfield Corners.

Ragan came home to celebrate her parent’s anniversary hoping they would forgive her for not telling them about her marriage or her son. When she discovered that Adam was still living in Fairfield Corners she hoped her secrets were safe; secrets that drove her away three years ago, secrets that could change their lives forever.



Blinding pain caused her head to throb as it hit the window. Then only darkness. Memories, visions, and dreams started to play on the screen of her mind.

A white dress.

Kisses in the kitchen.

Deep sorrow at the cemetery.

Images overlapping with no beginning and no end.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Skylar screaming, crying out for his mama as the world spun out of control, physically and mentally. Ragan’s car finally stopped rolling, landing with a bone-jarring thud on the driver’s side… in the river. The passenger side tires spun as icy river water rushed into the car, chilling her to the bone and then…

Gray clouds swept across the sky, dropping a full load of rain onto the group who gathered around a freshly dug grave. They huddled close under umbrellas at the cemetery. His daughter clung to Ragan’s hand as she wept for her love who was being lowered into the cold, soggy ground.

“No one knew the stalker would kill him, Ragan. It’s not your fault,” James said from behind her as her heart shattered into a million pieces.

The scene changed and she was running through the hospital, eventually finding Cassie in the ICU waiting room. Ragan first spotted him when he was sitting next to Cassie with his head in his hands. He looked up and his eyes, those deep blue eyes that held so much pain, stared straight into hers. She was lost in the depths of them that promised love and devotion and a life worth living.

Those were memories. This was real, and the silence returned along with the pain in her head.

Author Bio:

L.A. Remenicky is a 40-something wife and mother to 3 furkids. She writes Love Stories With A Twist. Writing wasn’t even on her radar until a friend introduced her to NaNoWriMo in 2012. She signed up, wrote 50,000 words that November, and she hasn’t looked back.


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One thought on “The Write Pet: Rainy Days by L.A. Remenicky #amwriting


    Hi LA,
    Welcome to the Snarkology and thank you for participating in The Write Pet. Your little black cat is the spitting image of mine. I don’t think I could tell them apart. Thank you for sharing your pets and your story with us today.

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