Am I right about this?

I create killers and heroes.

Hey there, lovely people! Okay, so let’s dive right in, because I believe this important topic is the great debate of our time. Maybe not the great debate, but it's definitely debate. Usually, I steer clear of anything that might stir up a hornet’s nest in my public musings, but this one? It’s too near and dear to my heart to ignore. And I have a sneaking suspicion most of you will totally get where I’m coming from.

Here's the scoop: dogs have feelings. Yep, you read that right. And let’s be real, other animals probably do too. Have you ever seen a cat look at you with pure, unadulterated disdain? Us cat owners know that look all too well. They don’t even need facial expressions; their aura constantly radiates judgment.

But dogs, oh sweet, expressive dogs, they’re like open books. You can see their every thought plastered across their faces. And I’ve got photographic evidence to back it up.

Last night, my husband decided to put up some new photos in our bedroom (because the decorating saga is endless, folks). Our dog Allie was sprawled on the bed, giving ME the stink eye because he was cutting into her prime snuggle time with me. Just look at Exhibit A below. How can anyone deny that she’s feeling annoyed? You can’t teach a dog that. I’ve taught her a lot—like how to gently carry an egg (okay, she figured that one out on her own, but I put the egg in her mouth!) and how to wrap humans around her paw. But annoyance and impatience? Not on the curriculum.

And then there’s Exhibit B. Sam, bless his adorable heart. He’s got this look that screams, “I signed up for fun, treats, and park time, not to watch you tap away on that shiny box.” Don’t let his cuteness fool you; that’s pure, unfiltered boredom right there.

I could fill an entire album with photos and videos proving that animals have emotions. And those emotions keep me in a perpetual guilt trip. Pet Allie? Gotta pet Sam too or face the consequences. Compliment Sam? Better throw Allie some praise or brace for the sulks. Not that Allie feels any guilt herself—nope, she’ll shred a roll of toilet paper or swipe Meatball’s catnip and strut around like she’s won the lottery. So, maybe they don’t get all the emotions, or Allie just doesn’t care we may end up in another toilet paper shortage one day. 

Could I be off base here? Sure, but as I tell my kids, “Trust me. I’m rarely wrong.” 😏

So, what’s your take? Do animals have emotions? And, more importantly, can you come entertain my dogs so I can finally get some work done?

Thanks a bunch!

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Sarah thought she could escape her past. Fleeing the painful memories of her mother's death and a brush with the law in Atlanta, she found refuge in the small town of Jasper, Georgia. Enrolled in college and working tirelessly at the local diner, Sarah is determined to rebuild her life and prove to herself that she can overcome her mistakes.But Jasper has its own shadows. When a friendly regular at the diner entrusts Sarah with a mysterious bag full of hundred-dollar bills, only to be found dead shortly after, Sarah's fragile new world shatters. The quiet town quickly turns suspicious, and Sarah becomes the prime suspect in a crime she didn't commit.With the clock ticking and her reputation on the line, Sarah must delve into Jasper's secrets to uncover the real killer. Along the way, she'll discover unexpected allies, hidden truths, and a strength she never knew she had. Can Sarah clear her name and finally find the peace she's been searching for, or will her past mistakes forever define her future?Join here to read the weekly serial! 

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USA Today Bestselling Author Carolyn Ridder Aspenson writes contemporary cozy mysteries, paranormal cozy mysteries, thrillers, and paranormal women's fiction featuring strong and snarky female leads.
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