Chihuahua of the Baskervillesby Esri Allbritten
When the glowing form of a beloved deceased Chihuahua appears, is it a ghost, or is someone teaching a dead dog new tricks – like murder?
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When the glowing form of a beloved deceased Chihuahua appears, is it a ghost, or is someone teaching a dead dog new tricks – like murder?
Tripping Magazine is a quirky low-budget magazine that reports on travel destinations for believers in the paranormal. A few fake ghosts away from throwing in the towel, the Tripping staff get the tip of a lifetime when they get a call from Charlotte Baskerville, the rich founder of a clothing company for small dogs. Charlotte thinks that her Chihuahua, Petey, has come back from the dead, and she's desperate for someone to come verify his appearances.
The magazine's three-person reporting team travels to Manitou Springs, Colorado, sure that the ghostly dog will be a work of fiction. But, when they arrive, they see evidence of Petey with their own eyes. And he's not just floating by – he's howling advice and spelling out threats with tiny paw prints. Is the ghost real, or is the whole phenomenon an elaborate ruse?
The Tripping team must navigate the kooky world of coffin races, scheming husbands, and doggie fashion to solve the mystery – and get their story written at the same time. Uproariously funny and a great mystery to boot, Chihuahua of the Baskervilles is sure to leave you in stitches.
A magazine staff investigates a ghost dog's appearance in a quirky Colorado town.
Beleaguered Scotsman Angus MacGregor is sent to resuscitateTrippingmagazine (about ghosts, not drugs) with a fanciful story of a ghost dog. Charlotte Baskerville, the owner and operator of the niche shop Petey's Closet, "Where the Well-Dressed Pooch Shops," has seen the clothing catalog's namesake wandering her home's grounds at night, a year after Petey's death. Charlotte's sourpuss husband Thomas insists that her story is further grounds for having the poor old dear declared incompetent, though a skeptic might suspect he's more concerned for her money than her mind. With bold photographer Suki Oota and cynical writer Michael Abernathy in tow, Angus visits the Baskerville home determined to write the story, whether or not the ghost is real. TheTrippingteam quickly becomes integrated into the quirky Baskerville household, from fame-hungry Russian dog trainer Ivan Blotski to Charlotte's own granddaughter and recovering alcoholic Cheri to bizarrely optimistic neighbor Bob Hume, who's obsessed with acai berries. Charlotte's living Chihuahuas, Lila and Chum, play non-speaking, emotionally supportive roles for the old girl while Angus and his mates investigate in order to assuage her concerns over Petey's message from the beyond. The mystery takes a backseat to tensions among the characters, all culminating at the town's annual coffin race festival.
Allbritten(Bound to Love Her, 2008, etc., as Esri Rose) tells a light and engaging tale with charming characters that will appeal to those outside of both mystery and canine genres.
“A light and engaging tale with charming characters that will appeal to those outside of both mystery and canine genres.” Kirkus Reviews
“Allbritten's debut offers eccentric characters, a lively pace, and adorable tiny dogs.” Publishers Weekly
“Allbritten ... has created likable characters, an intriguing mystery, and a quaint setting.” Library Journal
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The heavy tick of a grandfather clock filled the parlor, as if to convince the listener that this was a serious timepiece, despite the Chihuahua toy in a fairy costume perched on its mahogany case.
Victorian-style lamps illuminated the walls, which were crowded with framed photos of costumed Chihuahuas. Looking at dogs dressed in tiny cowboy hats and sailor suits, a visitor might think he’d stumbled on a canine version of the Village People, except for the slogan at the bottom of each photo: Petey’s Closet—Where the Well-Dressed Pooch Shops.
With a preliminary click and whir, the clock struck the first chimes of 10 P.M. The bells were soon accompanied by the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside—light, heeled taps overlaid by heavy, resounding thumps.
Charlotte Baskerville trotted into the parlor, barely staying ahead of her husband. She was just shy of five feet and seventy years, her fine hair tinted champagne blond and beautifully set. In deference to Colorado’s cool evening temperature, she wore a pale pink sweater over her lilac blouse. A rhinestone Chihuahua pin rested below her collarbone.
Thomas Baskerville stalked close behind her, tall frame stooped, gray hair disarrayed, and long face angry. “For God’s sake, just give me the money.”
She turned to face him. “Thomas, I can’t. It’s going to take a lot of advertising to establish Petey’s Closet in England and Australia. Maybe if the greeting cards take off. Did I tell you about those? We’re going to dress Lila as Cupid for Valentine’s Day, and the back of each card will have a little blurb about our company.”
“Your company, not ours,” Thomas snapped.
Charlotte’s expression turned thoughtful. “I think we’ll have a contest. People can send pictures of their dogs dressed in outfits from Petey’s Closet. We’ll use the winner’s photo on a special Christmas card.” Her gaze focused on Thomas again. “If the cards make a profit, I’ll let you and Bob have that money.”
“And how long will that take? A year? Two?”
“Maybe nine months.” Her tone became tart. “If Bob hasn’t moved on to some other scheme by then, I’ll think your faith in him is a little more justified.”
Thomas drew himself up. “You make it sound like some wild scheme, but even your little rats have to eat, and high-quality dog food is a respectable business, not like … this.” His waving arm took in the entire room. “It’s pathetic. Animals aren’t meant to wear clothes.”
“Babies are animals,” Charlotte countered, “but at some point, someone decided to dress them. It’s part of the domestication process.” She walked to a chair upholstered in rose velvet and sat down.
Thomas leaned over to grip the arms of her chair, glaring down at her. “Do you hear yourself? You ought to be committed!”
Instead of withdrawing, Charlotte leaned forward until they were nose to nose. “And all those customers of mine? Are you going to have them committed, too? Face it, Thomas. Batty old women don’t run successful businesses.” Her smile went from angry to wistful. “You were a wonderful breadwinner for years—decades. Why can’t you be happy for my success, or be part of it? You could work on promotion of the new line, manufacturing contracts—”
“For the last time, no!” He straightened and walked a few steps away. “It’s a matter of dignity.”
Charlotte stood. “Jealousy is more like it,” she snapped. She went to the door and gripped the handle, then heaved a sigh and turned. “For God’s sake, Thomas. It’s not as though I’m asking you to wear the clothes.” Shaking her head, she left the room.
Thomas looked at the empty doorway for a moment, breathing heavily. Then he strode to the rear of the parlor and jerked open a door, revealing a bedroom decorated in brown and black. He entered and slammed the door shut behind him.
Charlotte was halfway up the ornate staircase when she heard the door slam. She flinched, but continued to climb. At the top of the stairs, a puppy gate blocked the hallway to the second floor. Behind this, a long-haired black Chihuahua paced, the marabou trim on her tiny pink sweater vibrating with tension. She gave a sharp yip as Charlotte came into view.
“Hush, Lila,” Charlotte whispered. She opened and closed the gate, then picked up the dog, who nestled her face against Charlotte’s chest. Charlotte’s shoulders slumped as some of the tension left them.
Doors on either side of the second-floor hallway led to bedrooms and a few bathrooms. A door on the left opened, and Ellen Froehlich emerged, wearing a blue terry cloth bathrobe. A gray headband held her brown bob away from her face, and her skin was shiny with moisturizer. She lifted a hand in greeting and headed toward her bedroom.
“Wait!” Charlotte whispered loudly.
Ellen put her hands in her pockets as Charlotte approached. “What is it?”
“Let’s move our meeting from nine to eight tomorrow morning. We’ll eat breakfast in the workshop and have a nice relaxing time.”
Ellen nodded. “Okay.”
“And you’ll have new designs to show me, right?” Charlotte smiled encouragingly.
Ellen fussed with the tie of her robe. “I have some jewelry designs worked up.”
Charlotte shook her head. “The jewelry market is swamped. We need new clothes.”
Ellen blew out a breath. “Give me a week and I’ll have something exciting for you, I promise.”
“How about four days?” Charlotte squeezed Ellen’s arm with her free hand. “You and me, kid. We built this together. Don’t stop now.”
Ellen smiled briefly. “Good night, Char.”
“Good night, sweetie.” Charlotte continued down the hall as Ellen’s door closed quietly behind her. She had almost reached her room when she heard a girlish laugh from inside one of the rooms. She tiptoed back a few steps and listened.
The sound of Ivan Blotski’s Russian-accented voice rumbled through the door, followed by the higher tones of Cheri Baskerville, Charlotte’s granddaughter.
Charlotte raised a hand to knock, then stopped herself. They were probably talking about the next catalog. Ivan trained the dogs to pose, and Cheri was currently helping with photography. There was every reason for them to talk, even if it was late. Anyway, Cheri was twenty now. There were only so many limitations Charlotte could put on her, and only one real threat to back them up.
Lila wriggled impatiently, and Charlotte went to her own bedroom.
Teeth brushed, face washed, and medication taken, Charlotte switched off the bathroom light and walked to her bed, rubbing lotion along the backs of her hands.
The four-poster was high enough that she had a wooden step next to it, although that was mostly for the dogs.
Chum lay in the middle of the duvet, where she had put him earlier. The older of her two Chihuahuas, he wore a tartan sweater vest against the cold. Cataracts clouded his eyes, but his head followed Charlotte as she turned off the overhead light and came to bed.
Lila bounded up the little stairs and onto the mattress, where she poked her nose under the edge of the spread.
“Wait a minute,” Charlotte said. She made Lila sit before taking off her tiny outfit. “All right, go ahead.”
Lila nosed at the edge of the spread, then disappeared beneath it like a mole.
Charlotte tossed Lila’s sweater on the dresser and turned off the electric blanket before sliding beneath the covers. The Tiffany-style lamp on her bedside table illuminated reading glasses and a copy of Chihuahua Connection magazine. She glanced at it, then sighed and switched off the light.
She was enjoying a floaty, almost-asleep sensation when she heard a sharp bark, ending in a sort of warble.
Charlotte sat up as Lila boiled out from beneath the covers. Even Chum raised his head. For a moment, all three of them stared, rigid, at the window.
The sound came again.
“Petey?” Charlotte whispered. Lila ran across her legs and jumped to the floor with a thump.
Charlotte slid over and groped for the step with one foot, then hurried to the window and pulled the curtains apart.
A blurred crescent moon floated behind clouds that suggested rain or snow. Black tree branches waved slightly against the cobalt sky. Directly below lay the patio, with the dark hump of a covered table and chairs. Her gaze moved farther, past Ellen’s stone workshop and the dogs’ agility course.
Lila whimpered at her feet.
Charlotte picked her up and kissed the top of her sleek head. “It was probably a raccoon.” It couldn’t have been Petey’s bark. Petey had been dead for almost a year. She looked out the window again and took a sharp, quick breath.
A small, glowing shape drifted slowly across the darkened lawn, illuminating the sere grass beneath it. After a moment, it turned sideways, and Charlotte saw the pointed ears and high, domed forehead.
She put Lila down, almost dropping her, then gripped the window and tried to lift it. When it didn’t budge, she fumbled for the catch.
Outside, the shape rose and floated onto the roof of the workshop, then pivoted and looked up at the window.
Charlotte grabbed the heavy wooden window again and lifted. Frigid air flowed into the room. “Petey!” she yelled toward the glowing shape.
From outside, the bark came again—warbling at the end, then fading away.
She turned, stumbling slightly as she grazed Lila’s warm body, then made for the door. She hurried down the hall and descended the stairs as fast as she could, hand gripping the banister.
A door opened upstairs, but she kept going, grabbing the wall as she turned the corner into the hall that led to the kitchen and the back door.
She twisted the lock above the handle and pushed open the door. “Petey-poo!” In the backyard, autumn grass crunched under her bare feet, frigid and brittle. She took a few more steps, gazing from side to side, then saw a faint glow at the edge of the workshop. “Petey, Mommy’s here!”
Charlotte made it halfway across the lawn before clouds covered the moon and she tripped on something in the dark. She went down with an “Oof!” and lay still for a moment, praying she hadn’t broken anything.
The back porch light came on, illuminating her. She pushed herself up as Ivan and Cheri came out.
Cheri’s silky black pajamas clung to her slender body. Without makeup, she looked about fifteen. “Grandma!” She ran forward and helped Charlotte stand. “What are you doing out here?”
“You won’t believe it.” Charlotte squeezed Cheri’s hand, then rubbed her hip and grimaced. “I thought I heard Petey, and then I saw something out here in the yard—something that glowed.”
Ellen joined them. “Where did you see it?”
“It went across the yard, then floated onto the workshop roof and disappeared,” Charlotte said. “When I got out here, I thought I saw something along the ground over there.” She pointed toward the workshop.
Ivan had brought a flashlight. He switched it on and walked toward the stone building, waving the light across the ground. The three women followed close behind as the flashlight’s beam cast harsh shadows across the ground. “Here?” Ivan asked.
Charlotte gestured vaguely. “Somewhere around the corner.”
“I see nothing,” Ivan rumbled. He switched off the light.
Charlotte pointed. “Look! What’s that?”
They moved in a clump, Charlotte gripping Ellen’s sleeve. “Does anyone else see that?” Her voice shook as she pointed.
The downspout of a gutter ran down the side of the stone building. In the muddy earth below, a few indentations shone faintly—the glowing tracks of a very small dog.
A sound came from behind the group, and they all turned. Charlotte gave a little gasp.
Thomas Baskerville stood there, hands in the pockets of his dressing gown. “What’s going on?”
The others exchanged looks.
Finally Cheri said, “Charlotte thinks she saw a ghost.”
Thomas’s brows rose, and a smile flickered on his thin lips. “As I said, Charlotte, I’m worried about the state of your mental health.”
Copyright © 2011 by Esri Allbritten
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ESRI ALLBRITTEN is a former copywriter for radio and TV ads. She enjoys singing and songwriting and she lives in Boulder, Colorado.
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If your a fan of Chihuahua's, this is a must read book. It had me commenting and laughing out loud. I especially love that it is set in Colorado. I hope for more to this series.
In Manitou Springs, Colorado, Charlotte Baskerville owns the successful dapper dog attire catalogue business, Petey's Closet. Charlotte is stunned when she sees the late Petey her beloved Chihuahua. Needing confirmation that she is not going mad, Charlotte contacts failing Tripping Magazine who write about the paranormal. Hoping to save the periodical that is nearing bankruptcy, the three person team arrives in Manitou Springs, home of a macabre coffin race, to allegedly investigate the ghost of Petey. Angus MacGregor the chief warns his two new hires, photographer Suki Oota and writer Michael Abernathy that regardless they are covering a "real" ghost story. However, none of the somewhat skeptical trio anticipates paw warning as they see Petey too. They also begin to find proof that someone wants Charlotte dead. While encouraging keeping their potentially paying "patron" alive, Angus reminds his team not to lose sight of the money, which is Petey's ghost real or not is irrelevant. With a nod to Scooby Doo Mystery, Inc. this amusing Colorado canine cozy caper is a fun frolic. The cast including the residents of Manitou Springs are an eccentric group whose antics add amusement and at times over the top of Pikes Peak to the story line. Readers who appreciate a dog-gone jocular mystery will enjoy the first Tripper Magazine investigation. Harriet Klausner
A nice little story of a woman who calls on para-normal investigators to learn the message she believes her dead but beloved chihuahua has tried to communicate to her. Not to give anything away, but the writer manages to keep the story plausible with just a hint of ghostliness. The clues as to "whodunit" are just enough to keep you guessing until the culprit is identified in the end.
At a spry seventy years, Charlotte Baskerville is enjoying the success of her labors. Her company, Petey’s Closet, a clothing company for Chihuahuas and other small canines, is quite profitable. Unfortunately, Charlotte’s husband Thomas thinks she’s rather batty and would love to have her committed. Add in a cast of oddball employees, from Ivan, the Siberian dog trainer, to Ellen, the designer who holds a grudge, and you have a story that promises a great start to a new cozy mystery series. One night as she’s getting ready for bed, Charlotte hears the very unique bark of Petey, her beloved Chihuahua who was the inspiration for the company and who, alas, has also passed on to the great dog house in the sky. Charlotte rushes outside to see the ghost of Petey floating through the backyard. Ivan, Ellen, Cheri (Charlotte’s granddaughter), and Thomas hear the commotion and come outside to investigate, but by the time they arrive, all they can find are a few paw prints. Did Charlotte really see a ghost? Anxious to learn whether she truly saw a ghost, Charlotte calls on Tripping Magazine, a publication dedicated to traveling to spots with a paranormal connection. Once the three person magazine crew of Angus, Michael and Suki arrive, the fun really starts. Surely they’ll be able to determine if a real ghost appeared. The ghost of Petey (or is it something else?) appears again and this time, Thomas is bent on proving his wife is imagining the ghost. With the full cast in tow, the ghost is chased from the Baskerville’s backyard to the front, with Thomas in the lead. Unfortunately, ghosts can run through oncoming cars and husbands can’t so when Thomas chases the ghost into the street, he gets hit and is pronounced deader than the ghost of Petey. With the investigation in full swing, Angus, Michael and Suki work together to solve the murder, finding lots of clues along the way. When they discover Charlotte’s will, it becomes clear that several people had a motive to hurt Charlotte but why Thomas? Granted, he was a pain in the butt who wasn’t particularly well liked, but killing him? Maybe it really was a ghost. This cozy mystery is quite lighthearted in parts, with sections that will make you laugh. The dialogue is crisp and believable, as though you’re sitting around the family table with people who have known each other forever. Set in a town in Colorado known for its ghostly connections, there are some truly odd scenes, such as the re-enacted wake and the annual coffin race. While the guilty confess all too easily at the end, you will be guessing right up till those last few pages just who, or what, is responsible, for the strange events at the Baskerville house. Quill says: A strong start to a new cozy series. Hopefully, we’ll see more of the gang from Tripping Magazine as they travel the country solving paranormal crimes.
This book is charming.... not only for dog lovers, but for everybody! The characters are interesting and the mystery keeps your attention until the very end. I hope this author writes more.... I loved this book.
If you love chihuahuas, and even if you don't, you will love this quick moving mystery. Someone else called it a cozy and that's exactly what it is. Light reading that doesn't strain your brain, yet enjoyable characters and just enough mystery to keep you curious. It's a great book to read between your grittier mysteries and thrillers.
I loved this book. It was a great read that kept you guessing.