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The Celebrated Pet: How Americans Memorialize Their Animal Friends creative nonfiction for young adult and adult readers Not to be misunderstood as a book about pet death, this book documents the real, the funny, the poignant moments that pets share with their human companions. Readers will enjoy Reggie the pot-bellied pig who LIFE MAGAZINE lauded as an American hero; Gabriel, an Arabian horse with a mind of his own; Cynthia, Ebee, Greta and Hildy, Spider--domestic cats with purr-sonality--and Angel the lion cub. Enjoy the antics of Sonny the elephant and Gus, et.al., a family of dearly loved guinea pigs. And read about their owners’ tribute to their animal friends. read excerpt |
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There's A Bear In The Basement creative nonfiction for young adult and adult readers Bear is a sequel to Touched By All Creatures—another adventurous foray into the field of large animal veterinary medicine treating horses, donkeys, roosters, and all kinds of critters. Wear your seatbelt and paper underwear while reading--laughter may cause accidents. read excerpt |
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The Summer Of Rustle creative nonfiction for young adult and adult readers Gay Balliet’s rescuing a baby raccoon and the relationship that develops between wild animal and wild woman is nothing short of captivating. “I re-lived all those hilarious moments from the summer of raising Rustle,” Gay says about the writing of this book. “The book flowed out of me in the space of one month of writing. It was a lava-flow of words pouring out on paper from remembered images playing in my brain: Rustle’s drop down the chimney and his rescue; Rustle’s nursing regimen; teaching Rustle how to be a raccoon; acclimating Rustle to our horses, pigs, cats; worrying about my son, Rustle, as he grew into teen coonhood.” Gay adds, “Neither my husband nor I had seen Rustle for over a year before I began writing The Summer Of Rustle. In fact, we thought he was dead because we had pulled several dead male raccoons off the road next to our house. But we were wrong.” The same day Gay finished writing her raccoon memoir, her husband saw Rustle on the back porch helping himself to the cats’ dry food. His showing up that night of the day she had finished his story was, at once, really weird, but so gratifying. I think it was Rustle’s way of saying, “Bravo!” read excerpt |