Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Thursday, September 13, 2012


Hard to believe it’s been an entire year since our beloved dog, Buddy, died. The new Chicken Soup for the Soul dog book, called I Can’t Believe My Dog Did That, is coincidentally due out next Tuesday.

A few months ago, I had a dream. I don’t remember my dreams much anymore, so I’ve taken to writing them down. This was a particularly vivid one, so I wrote it right away. Here is what I wrote:

I dreamed I saw Buddy. We were in a pretty, shady park that was lined with hydrangeas, and Buddy was just sitting in front of me, staring at me. Which is what he used to do when he was alive, come to think of it. I knew he was dead, but it was possible for him to come back for a visit. In fact, he somehow let me know that he was back due to a special occasion. I have no idea what the special occasion was—it wasn’t his birthday, which was back in March or April, but I didn't want to ask him because he seemed to think I should know.

Later that day, I looked up the meaning of hydrangeas: friendship, understanding, devotion, gratitude.

Still later that day, I received the message that my story about Buddy, “Happy Holi-dog,” was accepted for publication in the aforementioned book.

Friendship, understanding, devotion, gratitude. I will always feel those things for Buddy. And for Chicken Soup for the Soul, come to think of it.

 Friends are the family we choose for ourselves. ~Edna Buchanan


  1. You gave me chills. Clearly, Buddy is still your protector and friend. Congratulations on a very timely publication acceptance!

  2. Sounds like a lovely dream, Tammy. And congratulation on your CS story!

    Critter Alley

  3. Congratulations on your story, Tammy! I still miss our Precious girl soooo much and she has been gone for almost two years. She slept with us at night, and made sure that our heads were all lined up in a row. I could hear her gentle snoring in my ear. Quite often, I think I see her out of the corner of my eye. Our pet children are so dear to us, aren't they! Wonderful and touching post.

  4. Tammy--Congratulations. Your story about Buddy is a wonderful, warm one. Chicken Soup was wise to snap it up.

  5. Ahh, Tammy you made me tear up. Congratulations on the publication.

  6. Wow! Congratulations about your story being accepted, for starters, Tammy.

    The interesting part of this post to me is the hydrangeas, because it doesn't sound as if you knew their meaning before you looked them up ... but there they were in your dream, with Buddy, who stood for all those things. This is more like a vision than a dream!

    When our Sonny died last December, it was so sudden. (He was sick, we took him to the vet, he had a lung tumor and within hours we had to put him to sleep.) That night, he came to say goodbye to me in a dream, and he was so happy and healthy. They think of us even when they are gone, isn't that something?

    Thanks for sharing this with us!


    Kathy M.

  7. What a beautiful dream... congratulations. Can't wait to read it.

  8. Congrats on publication!

    Buddy and hydrangeas and perfect timing. No coincidences.


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