â€œAlexâ€ has never been published, and I understand why. Saying the story is in questionable taste would be like saying meeting an Internet-only acquaintance in a dark alley shows questionable judgment. But I hope some people who have loved old dogs despite their faults might enjoy the story anyway.
When our dog, Alex, died, I wanted to write a tribute to him, to enshrine some memories for our family. A straight memoir didnâ€™t feel right, so I played around with the idea of giving Alex a starring role in a mystery story. Could I find a way to transform his bad habits and sweet personality into the stuff of heroism? Could I work our cats into the story, too? I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever enjoyed writing a story more.
I showed the story to my husband and daughters and, at their urging, submitted it to just one magazine. When the gently-worded rejection came, I wasnâ€™t surprised, and I didnâ€™t try again. If ever a story has screamed â€œself-publish,â€ this is the one. â€œIf I start a website some day,â€ I thought, â€œIâ€™ll post the story there, and that will be Alexâ€™s tribute.â€
So here it is. The first few pages may seem like pure self-indulgence, but I promise many details in those pages will eventually prove relevant to the solution of the mystery.
This oneâ€™s for you, boy.
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