Friday, June 30, 2017

Maxx and Company continued

Madd Maxx, Maxi Maxx, and Big Ben were relaxing around the pond at the B&B when Madd noticed Jazz Purr covered in wet mud on the other side of the pond.
     Madd’s secretary, Lucky Strike was walking toward them, carrying a tray of drinks. “Oh no! Not again.” Madd anticipated a recipe for disaster.
     Jazz Purr had also spied her and ran toward Lucky. “Can’t you stop him?” she screamed.
     Madd hollered, “Jazz, look what I have.” He shook a box of dog treats. Jazz glanced back at him but continued running toward Lucky.
     “Looks like he’s going for a home run,” Ben said, chuckling.
     Jazz knocked Lucky and her tray to the ground. “Thank goodness those are plastic cups,” Ben observed. “Are you OK, Lucky?”
     “Why does he always shake himself off on ME?” complained Lucky.
     “Just lucky, I guess.” Maxi tried to stifle a giggle.
     “Very funny!” Lucky picked herself up and stomped back into the B&B for yet another shower and a change of clothes.
     “I don’t think Jazz likes Lucky’s perfume,” said Madd.
     “That makes two of us.” Maxi wrinkled her nose.
     “She does lay it on a little thick,” agreed Ben.
Madd threw one of Jazz’s water toys in the pond and Jazz jumped in to retrieve it.
     “I wonder if that would work with Lucky,” Maxi said, chuckling.
     “That’s the third time he’s gotten Lucky today!” Madd shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t blame her for being upset.”
     Ben said, “Strike three? I’d call that pretty unlucky for Lucky.”

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Maxx and Company part 2

Maxx and Company were about to find out that fresh country air and dairy air were not synonymous, especially when stepping in fresh cow pies.
     Jazz Purr might have warned them, but what people often find olfactorily offensive, dogs usually consider perfume. Jazz Purr applied his perfume liberally. Poor Jazz was destined for numerous baths during his stay at the Dairy Air Bed and Breakfast on the farm.
     Lucky Strike also liked perfume. Her choice was Lily of the Valley and she also applied it liberally, which made Jazz Purr sneeze. When he sneezed his head shook and the rest of his body quickly followed suit, spraying Lucky with whatever he had just rolled in. She and her clothing were also destined for numerous washings. 

Monday, June 19, 2017

Clyde Maxx Private Eye

My husband and I are writing a series of punny short stories. This is a rough draft of an introduction to some of the main characters.

Clyde Maxx Introduction
Clyde Maxx, A.K.A Madd Maxx, was a one eyed private dick. His wife’s maiden name was Maxi Factor, but she became Maxi Maxx after their hasty marriage. She wasn’t pregnant. She just didn’t want to give Madd time to change his mind.
Her friends referred to her as XX. From her nose to her toes, she was a size double X. Sadly, that didn’t apply to her brain.
They had a dog named Jazz Purr who had an unfortunate propensity for catting around.
Madd’s sidekick was Big Ben. He had a need to sound off every hour and he was only right about twice a day.
Madd’s secretary was Lucky Strike. Without bad luck, she’d have no luck at all.
Their first case was out of town so they made reservations at a Bed and Breakfast they had read about in a brochure that enticed them with a promise of fresh country air. “ Smell our dairy air at the Dairy Air B & B and farm, hosted by the Airedales.”
Jazz Purr was enthused about meeting the Airedales as he was quite a connoisseur of dairy air sniffing.