I would like to thank Linda Hale for inviting me to submit a short write-up for the Puget Sound Doberman Pinscher Club News Bulletin. She wanted me to explain who the doberman on the cover of my novel is.
Chasing Victory is my debut novel which was recently released at the end of March. It is a paranormal, romantic suspense and the first book in The Winters Sisters Series. There is a thread that runs through this series, and that is to portray my love of the Doberman. I have owned and loved this amazing breed for thirty years and truly believe they are a breed unto themselves. Their intelligence, commitment, dedication, tenacity, and unconditional love can only be experienced by living with this great animal.
As I began writing my first draft of Chasing Victory, Dax weighed heavy on my mind and I knew at that moment that he would be Victory’s dog. Writing the couple of scenes that included the dobermans came very natural to me.
The doberman on the cover of my novel is Dax. The picture was taken over ten years ago by my friend Denise. Dax and Ralph were a team unto themselves --
Am/Int'l Ch. Starlaine's Virtual Reality, ROM, CD, NA,NAJ
1995 - 2002
In the year of acquiring his CD, Dax was the DPCA Highest Scoring Dog earning a CD and placed first in his class at the DPCA National. He placed first in his class in agility at the DPCA Nationals. He was the first in his litter to achieve an AKC breed championship and the first to be awarded a DPCA Register of Merit. In 2001 Dax was tied for the number 3 Novice Doberman for Agility in Front and Finish Magazine. Two months after we lost him, we learned that he was rated number 6 doberman in AKC Novice Agility.
Excerpt from Chasing Victory:
Victory opened the door and was greeted by a big black Doberman madly wagging his short stub of a tail. “Hey there, Parker.” She lovingly rubbed the top of his head. “You holding down the fort? I guess everyone else must be ringside.” As if understanding every word she said, Parker responded with a whine. “I know it’s terrible to be retired. Look at it this way, you get your pick of the furniture while everyone is out.” Victory rubbed his head one last time and closing the door she headed toward the show grounds.
The show grounds were humming with activity. People were pulling carts stacked high with dog crates and grooming supplies in one hand and leashes with excited dogs in the other. The dog show scene was its own little world distant from the day to day responsibilities of everyday life. It was no wonder Payton loved it so. What could be better than spending the day with your dogs with not a care in the world, at least for that moment in time?
Victory followed the flow of people towards the main building. Stepping through the door the activity magnified; she was enveloped by barking dogs in crates, vendors, the loudspeaker, and the flow of exhibitors and their dogs warming up around the rings. Victory stood in the doorway surveying the building’s layout.
For the first time since Jeffery’s murder, Victory felt a soothing feeling flood her body. Being around all the dogs gave her stability, made her felt safe. She wandered through the building, stopping every now and then to look at all the different breeds of dogs and some interesting items at the different vendor booths. She could feel the excitement in the air radiating off the dogs.