Say Woof to my canine guest today: Corley. She's here to spill the beans
about her author mom, Elizabeth Eagan-Cox. Take it away, Corley!
I’m Corley, a half lab, half Sharpei mix. It’s a good ancestry because I have the
smarts and loyalty of a Lab and the Sharpei prowess for guarding and protecting. I love to fetch. I love to make doggie angels
in the snow and in summer I love to swim in the creek. And I love our bed, it’s an air mattress, I have my own sleep
number, it’s 35! Another number I like is 7, ‘cause that’s my age in people years.
I hate free-loading
animals, like the raccoons that come into my yard.
Rah-erh! You better watch out coons, I’ll get ya!
I’m
the proud dog and BFF of author Elizabeth Eagan-Cox. She’s my Mom and she writes paranormal mystery novels. Her books
have dogs in them, I think this is due to my influence over her. You can learn more about us on my Mom’s Web site.
So, Corley, what’s with your name? Did Elizabeth choose it? What has this done
to your self-esteem and what does that say about Elizabeth?
Huh? My name? It’s an Irish name. Whadda
ya mean, what’s with my name? Can’t you pronounce my name?
It’s C-O-R-L-E-Y. Here, I’ll
make it easy for you. It’s CORE , like an apple core, then LEE, like, well, I don’t know, um… like the
name LEE. A Long time ago, it was MacCorley.
It’s a good name, a really good name ’cause I have my
very own street. Yeah, for real I do! There’s a picture of the street on Elizabeth’s Web site. It’s a proud
name and it makes me feel proud! ‘Cause, well, I was adopted. And my Mom (okay, you should call her Elizabeth, but to
me, she’s my Mom) wanted to make me feel special, she said she gave me the name of a street named for her great-grandmother
Elizabeth Corley. (scroll down to see pic)
I’ve got the best name ever, because I’m the best dog ever!
My Mom said it was a special name for a special dog, ‘cause, well… this is a secret, I chose my mom, she didn’t
choose me. You see, it happened like this…
A puppy caretaker named Zara had taken me and my sibs to this
big adoption day at a mega-giant pet supply store. And I told my sibs: "Hey, look cute, put a sparkle in your eyes, this
is a great opportunity to put your best paw forward!"
I knew I could pick out the best mom for me. There we were in this little pen and I looked up,
and W-O-W, it was like in a dream, there she was: my mom-to-be was walking down the aisle rolling a big basket with a huge
bag of puppy food in it. W-O-W! Like magic, ya know. I jumped up and almost cleared the pen, but I got stuck, that’s
when she saw me. She came over and picked me up and then I heard her say to Zara: "This is Corley, I just know it is."
The rest of the day was a blur. We went for a long ride in a JEEP, a real JEEP, and when we stopped, we were home,
in a place that is another world, maybe another planet! Mountains and forest! Trees are everywhere! Yippee! I’m a mountain
dog!
So…uh, about my name…it’s a legendary name and was meant to be for me, ‘cause I’m
special, I know this ‘cause my Mom told me so.
That's quite a story, Corley! Tell me the truth…
is Elizabeth as disciplined as she said she was in her last interview?
Yep, she sure is, and then some!
She works so hard, by the end of the day, she'’s the one who’s dogged tired. That’s when I’m super
appreciated. I do things to make her laugh. Like when I told her she shouldn’t feel bad for not making up our bed, because
"Mom, our bed is not messy. Uh-uh! Our bed oozes with doggie-lover’s ambiance!" Or I’ll ask silly questions
like: "Mom, how come you have only two boobs and I have eight?" HA! We always laugh at that question.
Does
Elizabeth plot like a madwoman or just write ‘down the bones'?
My Mom plots like the dickens, she
does. A madwoman, you ask? No, not at all, more like a mad dog. She gets this crazy look in her eyes and starts to foam at
the mouth, a real Cujo. She reminds me of a bloodhound on the scent of a criminal. ‘Cause ya know, it’s takes
that kind of determination to turn an ordinary book into a page-turning murder mystery!
Psst… if you want
to know the secret to my Mom’s plotting strategy, well, she uses recipe cards to keep all the twists and turns straight!
People think she’s writing food recipes, when actually she figuring out how to murder someone. My Mom is sly as a fox.
What’s the best part of having an author as a mom? The worst part?
Well, some times
during our work day, we sneak down to the bedroom, kickback on the bed, switch on the TV and watch reruns of the Sam and Dean
show….uh wait, wait! That’s not the real name that’s our code name for Supernatural. Yeah, Supernatural.
Mom can’t decide whom she likes best, Sam or Dean. But me…most definitely, I’m a Sam girl! WOOF! I’d
do a lab dance for Sam, cause, ya know, I’m part lab.
Hmm…the worst part? Well, when we go out for
walks, I get sooo annoyed when people stop us and yakity yak about a book that they’ve written and they want my Mom
to read their manuscript and blah, blah, blah. Those are the times I pretend I’m a boy and I mosey up to the wannabe
author and ever so slowly I lift my leg! You should see the look on their face! Mom pretends to be shocked and pulls me away
and then I take the lead and we get outta there, fast! So ya see, even the worst part can have a good part.
Will
you be boasting to your other pet friends about this interview? Do you think they’ll be able to take it?
Boast…uh-uh, but I will do a lot of barking. Mom promised me she would too and she said we would tweet about it on
Twitter! Though, it would seem to me that Twitter is just for the birds and I don’t think birds will give a hoot for
what a dog has to say. And she promised I could howl at the moon about it. In fact, she said I could bay like a banshee and
she wouldn’t stop me. And, Mom said she would talk about my interview when she goes on the radio. Boy-oh-Boy, my Mom
does lot of radio appearances. I’m waiting with baited breath (hmm, make that bacon breath) for my interview to hit
the cyber waves.
Will my pals be able to handle my celebrity status? Oh sure, why not. Now my foes, they might
get their hackles up, but I don’t care and besides, the only real foe I have is Crabby Rose (that’s not her real
name, it’s really Abby Rose), the cat that lives here. She’s just a cat, and a sour puss… whadda she know,
anyway! Cats drool and Dogs Rule! WOOF!
Thanks, Corley! Good talk, girl!
