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Gone to the Nines
Gone to the Nines
Gone to the Nines
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As the newest playing pup for team Nines, a dream come true for Axel, a tarnished reputation mixed with a couple of bruiser breeds from the opposing team will bring forth a challenge, and one that just might stop a canine's sports career in its tracks.

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PublisherC.L. Palmer
Release dateNov 12, 2016
ISBN9781370365494
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C.L. Palmer

C.L. Palmer lives in the Pacific Northwest. She began writing an epic novel series five years ago. Researching to hone the subject matter, she would take long breaks from researching and writing to refresh herself with her three horses, or kayaking across the many lakes and rivers that the Great Northwest provides. She is married and has worked 16 years in the field of Education.

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    Gone to the Nines

    My name is Axel Valdez. My mom calls me Exxon Valdez, something about a major spill? To be honest it's only sometimes, and only after a late night meal when afterward a major evacuation calls me for duty, which, in my case is more like a spill. Normally she's a stickler, making sure we peruse for the early bird specials, but being half Rottweiler and half Doberman should explain all. But the good news; born of these two breeds, offers me freedom walking the streets anytime day or night. No dog messes with me, but their tongues sure do wag.

    I'm a soccer playing fashionista. Yes, I admit to the latter. I love clothes almost as much as I love balls: big balls, small balls, basket balls flattened out like pancakes. Blue balls, red balls, striped balls…shirts, pants, blouses! Oh sorry. Well, you get the picture.

    My clothes fetish kicked off later in life, around three or four years of age. I found that using shirts for the occasional face wipe worked out well, but then I got a whiff of those wonderfully breezy, and all too clean smelling dryer sheets; I was hooked! OMG, if I could just get my paws on my very own box! Anyways, I currently live in the Great Northwest, but that's about to change. This is my tail, oops, I mean my story of try-outs to one of the best canine soccer teams in the world…team Nines.

    "Hey Axel, did you hear the Nines are looking for a new player? To play for the best team traveling the west side of the U.S.A., can you imagine? Just makes me drool!

    No, Danigan. That was all I could really say, because you have to understand that team Nines is undefeated, and has some of the fastest most agile players. Take Tank Tuber, my favorite player. He's a short, boxy Springer Spaniel/Bassett mix. I mean his legs are as wide as they are long. But when he stops the ball, he also stops the player, like hitting a brick house, that one. So when my best pal, Danigan asked me about try-outs; flat out, back laying, legs splaying NO was my only response.

    Yeah, the Nines are famous, said Danigan. I'd give my best bone, three stuffed toys, and my stinky Three Dog Night blanket just to be one of them. You know the one with Micky Mcmeel's signature? It's never been washed either, making it worth a whole lot more. You're good with a ball, Axel. Practice your best moves. I bet you will be a real asset to the team.

    He said it as if it was somehow written in stone. A better friend there just isn't. True to his Sheltie heritage, Danigan always managed to stay unbearably close to guide my every step. He also hummed a perpetual tune, and not a happy one like Row Row Row Your Boat. His humming was scary, deranged, like popping off and going postal scary, more in line with the theme for Jaws. I was so used to his sounds, I almost didn't hear them anymore. But he was always ready with advice in the best direction I should head. Really, Danigan, you think I could actually play for the Nines?

    Yeah sure, kid. Plus it will help to boost your respectability, you know your reputation?

    What's wrong with my reputation, Danigan?

    Well, kid, it's taken a nose dive, and not just in the cracks of life either, which, are the highly respectable and most feared ways of a canine. Some among the pack Bo say you’re a fashionista!

    What's a fashionista, Danigan?

    It's a designer of houte contour.

    I couldn't believe my ears. A houte whata?

    I looked it up on Wikipedia: It's a devoted follower of fashions.

    I threw back my head and howled, Oh, I love clothes, Danigan!

    I know, kid. But…if you were hooked up with the Nines, now that's a name to be respected!

    Yeah, that's a name! I said. "And they have the best jerseys. The reds on

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