J. G. Eastman - Long Nose Legacy: A Dogs Story of Royalty and Loyalty

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J. G. Eastman

Character Illustrations by
Chanel Dezzoi Scott

ART DECO DOG PUBLISHING

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LONG NOSE LEGACY

A Dogs Story of Royalty and Loyalty

Text and Artwork 2019 by J. G. Eastman

All Rights Reserved

Character Illustrations by Chanel Dezzoi Scott

Book Design and Art Direction by J. G. Eastman

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J. G. Eastman | Art Deco Dog Publishing

P.O. Box 193

Moss Beach | CA | 94038

This is a work of fiction based on real and imagined events. Any resemblance to actual people or animals, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales, is completely coincidental, has been used with their permission, or is in the public domain.

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First Edition

Published by Art Deco Dog Publishing

ISBN 978-1-7323827-0-1 Hardcover

ISBN 978-1-7323827-1-8 Paperback

ISBN 978-1-7323827-2-5 eBook

ISBN 978-1-7323827-3-2 Audiobook

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018906349

Printed in the United States of America

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Dedication

With love and gratitude

to my mom,

Louise Medeiros,

who always said Carnegie

thought she was a princess

&

Charlotte Wheeler,

who knew Carnegie

could never be anything less.

This book is also dedicated

to my niece Mercedes,

whose love of Carnegie and Madison

helped to inspire this story.

Contents

Introduction

This book was written for those who willingly bring pets into their homes, only to become their servantsand, to that end, will happily devote their time, money, and endless energy in the hopes of pleasing and entertaining them. But, mostly, this story is for anyone, of any age, who has ever loved a dog.

The Important Non-Person Characters

Chapter One:
The Royal Puppies

Everyone said Gracie was a prima donna. Its true, she was. And, depending upon your point of view, that could mean either princess or spoiled brat. Gracie spent her time elevating spoiled brat to an art form, but today, of all days, she deserved to be pampered like a princess. Gracie had just given birth to a rare, noble litter of Russian Wolfhound puppiesor Borzoi as they are now called. Their aristocratic bloodlines could be traced back to the famous Borzoi who had lived in the Imperial Palace with the royal family in Russia, over a hundred years ago. Gracie and her newborn puppies were true Borzoi royalty.

Gracie wrinkled up her long, elegant nose as she looked disapprovingly around the guest bedroom. So, this is to be my puppies nursery, she thought. Sooner or later, my babies are going to know the truth. For all their noble blood, they have been born into very humble circumstances. We are in an ordinary room, in an ordinary house, sitting on an ordinary street, in Upstate New Yorkhardly the royal bedchamber in the glorious Imperial Palace, poetically positioned on a grand estate in Russia. Our nesting bed isnt crafted of exquisite gold and fine velvet. Its a turquoise blue plastic kiddies wading pool, of all things. Call me an insufferable snob, but I dont think it gets any less regal than that.

She let out a loud sigh. It had been a difficult ordeal bringing her first puppies into the world. Even though her litter of four was considered small for her dog breed, she was feeling exhausted and generally miserable. What would make me feel better? she wondered. This tasteless sea horse and octopus motif in our nesting bed certainly isnt helping matters. Maybe if those two persons stopped congratulating themselves on the birth of my puppies and paid a tiny bit of attention to the head princess around here? Hows that for a unique idea?

She zeroed in on Garnett who was kneeling a few feet away peering into the nesting bed. Garnett Dixon was Gracies owner. The term owner was one the persons invented to make them feel more important. In truth, it was quite ridiculous. You couldnt own Gracie. If you were very, very good and applied yourself diligently, you might qualify to be a servant. Garnett qualified in spades. Except now. Now, she was hopelessly engrossed in admiring the puppies and tossing adjectives around like confetti. Exquisite. Magnificent. Spectacular. Priceless. And none of this flattery-fest included Gracie.

Gracie narrowed her eyes and stared at her so-called owner. Garnett seems to have forgotten her one-and-only favorite who won all those coveted Best in Show titles. And who brought home that shiny silver Best in Show trophy she so proudly displays on the mantle? And whose Best in Show wins put the two of us on the cover of Hound Beautiful magazine? If Garnett was judging right now, Id be lucky to place for Best in Room. Who birthed these exquisite magnificent spectacular priceles s puppies anyway?

Gracie let out a louder sigh and looked to see if there were any takers. Apparently not. Garnett was now leaning over the edge of the nesting bed to get a closer look at the puppies. If she would only lean in a bit further, Gracie would be happy to restyle that chic mahogany-red hairdo of hers. It was the height of fun to see how a few well-placed licks could destroy an hour of fussing and blow-drying. Sleek to sticky-uppy in six seconds flat. When Gracie stood on her hind legs, she was taller than Garnett, who was quite petite by person standards. The opportunities for a head ambush were endless. It drove Garnett crazy. Naturally, it was on the top of Gracies daily to-do list.

Getting Garnett to notice her was hopeless, so she turned her attention to her puppies nanny. Garnett had hired her dear old friend and mentor, Charlotte Moore, to help raise the puppies. She was an expert on All Things Borzoi. Gracie assumed that catering to the puppies mother would be her first priority.

Charlotte was sitting quite close and easily within hair restyling range. But there was no point in messing up her already tousled gray mop. She didnt seem to care. And if it wasnt irritating, really , what was the point? Her glasses were much better sport.

Gracie tried to catch Charlottes eye and shoot her The Ray . It was a punishing stare that signaled any number of her demands. Interpreting what she wanted at any given moment was going to be Charlottes job for the next few months. So far, Gracie found her performance not up to standard. She and Garnett seemed to be having a contest for who could describe her puppies in the most glowing terms.