As I write and release more books, this happens more frequently with readers of my novels. I love every story. They’re surprising, and touching, and inspiring.
Recently, though, I got an unexpected email from a blog reader and it provided a neat update to a blog post I did the summer before last.
Here’s the original, if you want to catch up – http://tudorrobins.ca/2015/08/puppies-twoweeksonwolfeisland/
Oh my – I still can’t believe I didn’t buy one of those puppies.
Here’s the cool thing, though – now I know somebody who did! A lovely woman named Brenda reached out to me a while back and, well, I’m going to let her tell her own story:
This might be a bit strange but please bear with me. I was googling Wolfe Island last night and I came across your blog PUPPIES! TWOWEEKSONWOLFE ISLAND and I was literally dumbfounded. We lost our dog to cancer in April of 2015 and come the summer our three teens wanted another puppy.
My husband and I were not quite ready. So, to put them off we told them we were not getting another dog until the three of them came up with a name. What I thought would take days took five minutes. Wolfe was the name unanimously decided on.
A couple of months went by and on a Sunday in August my son ran into my room and said, “Mom look what is for sale.” There they were – not just any lab / retriever (my preferred choice) – but a boy selling them on no other than Wolfe Island.
We arranged for the man to hold a girl for us and we drove the four hours to get there. We took the ferry across because of the traffic and the man and boy met us. The little boy said her name was Stella. He was a bit upset when I told him she was going to be named Wolfe.