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late to the pet ownership party.

Sometimes my Human Mom wants to share some of her thoughts and I’m always ‘yappy’ to help.

Maggy & Lawrence 1997 300dpi 1

“I was late to the party on pet ownership. I was too busy traveling the world producing and filming international television commercials, while living in Italy, to care for a pet. I returned to the States in my late thirties and a colleague gave me a Jack Russell Terrier when his Momma Jack had one more puppy than was anticipated. I named him Lawrence—Larry for short. That dog became my world and subsequently became my fiancés running partner and sidekick, even at our wedding. A dear friend suddenly lost her dog and wanted a ‘Larry’ of her very own. I rescued a female Jack, who I named Lola, from a puppy mill. She became Lawrence’s wife and gave us three precious pups. My friend fell in love with the first-born, whom she named Freddie. That pup helped rescue her from the sadness of mourning her beloved dog.

I have come to believe pets rescue us as much we rescue them.

I recently had to make the difficult decision to put Lola to rest because of a descending paralysis while I was in the midst of a painful divorce. I am an only child and rarely feel loneliness. I spent the loneliest week of my life until my ‘Angel’ Vet, Dr. Gretchen, called from Rescue Village to tell me there was a 1 y/o female Jack that she knew was for me and I must adopt. My new Betty rescued me in a poignant moment of my life. Of course, we went to obedience classes together so I would be reminded how to raise up a very good dog.

I began collaging dogs when I was illustrating and writing the first book of the Lawrence the Wonder Dog™ series last year. I plan to write and illustrate as many children’s picture books as there are adventures my dog Lawrence shared with me. All of these adventures have a parallel message for children.

The first, Lawrence The Wonder Dog Outwits the Bullies, shows Lawrence using an alternative method to handling bullying. The second book is close to my heart as my sister died young from the measles—about the seriousness of getting vaccinated. The third will address good citizenship and pet education, as two ferocious dogs—off their leashes, attacked a dear friends dog recently.

I am so pleased to announce that I’m being considered for the Heights Arts Pet Project. I had wanted to display my collages at Rescue Village and other rescue organizations while donating a portion of my sales back to these incredible causes. Heights Arts Pet Project will allow me to broaden that reach.

Write on,
Maggy Brown”




My Dog Mom told me,

“The house had become too quiet-with no enthusiastic greeting when I came home, and for the first time in a long time I felt lonely.

My new Vet called me a on Friday while she was volunteering at Rescue Village and said that there was a dog that I must see. She sent me a picture and I got extremely excited. The little white diamond on her brown forehead (muzzle) made her look quite fancy. She has that concerned but serene gaze, which she shares with the Lawrence clan. Dr. Gretchen told me that I couldn’t see the dog in person until Saturday at noon because she had just been spayed and was in recovery.

I got so excited that I went to Rescue Village later that afternoon anyway. They wouldn’t let me see the dog but took my info and told me to come back when they open at noon Saturday—I was in the parking lot at 11:30am and I was not the first to arrive.

An elderly man who was there waiting greeted me with a pleasant smile. He was as curious as to which dog I wanted as I to his choice. Fortunately, he was there for a hound puppy and not my little Jack.

A staff member recognized me from the evening before and whisked me in a bit before the doors opened. She led me into a private room and went to get the pup.

The little girl was a bit distracted at first so we didn’t bond immediately. It probably took 1 minutes and until-DUH- I decided to sit on the floor. She scampered over, sat on my lap and licked my face. We got to know each other while we played with a stuffed toy and a ball in the small room as the other curious pet finders passed by the windows to see us in our happy seclusion.

The staff allowed me to take her for a short walk in their back yard and she was pretty obedient, didn’t pull too much on the lead and didn’t charge or bark at another dog that appeared. She sat on command, but didn’t seam to want to lie down.

They were calling her Mya, (maya) but she didn’t come or respond to that name. I have since re-named her Betty. She is the same size as Lola was but weighs a bit more—muscle mass, I suppose. She doesn’t seem to need to bark. Not a peep was heard when my friend Lisa came through the gate while we were hanging out on the front porch. She didn’t bark at a dog walker, who passed just on the other side on our fence. She didn’t even bark at the postman.

She slept through the night without incident and was quick to do her morning pee pee outside. She is happy to follow me around or hang out on her dog bed in the dining room adjacent to my computer writing station, which is my dining room table.


I could go on and on and fill this page with the 100 pictures I’ve taken since her arrival into my heart and home. I believe I have found another dream dog.”

VIVA Betty & Write on,

Maggy Brown
for Lawrence Jr.