Stepdog is the hilarious and heartwarming story of a girl who has ultimately met the guy of her dreams—and the puppy of her nightmares.
Winner of the June 2015 Elle Readers Prize
Lots of canine devour sneakers, chunk humans, damage furnishings . . . yet Eddie attempted to spoil a marriage.
After greater than 3 a long time of satisfied unmarried womanhood, Mia Navarro wasn’t particularly trying to switch her dating prestige. the assumption of being a step-anything to a person was once overseas to her, anything she by no means considered. . . . till she fell in love with Jim and agreed to marry him. because it seems, the wedding is beautiful excellent, the stepkids have been, good, regular pre-teens, the elements in l. a. excellent. yet existence isn't spotless. The spots belong to Jim’s mutt, Eddie. Possessive and jealous, Eddie behaves like Jim’s mistress—if a mistress may well bark and compete for house on his beloved’s lap. As time is going on, a full-on battle ensues. Mia slams the door in Eddie’s face, cordons off the home into puppy- and wife-territories, and leaves the again door open . . . by means of, er, coincidence, after all. She even attempts to go away Eddie at the back of in California whilst she and Jim unexpectedly relocate to manhattan. But after all, it’s transparent that no longer even a spouse can come among guy and puppy. As Eddie a while, Mia softens, and as with every new relatives suffering to mixture, the 2 needs to make peace with one another. Ultimately, Stepdog is a effective tale approximately discovering love at an unforeseen level in existence and the various unexpected obstacles—not purely of the four-legged variety—that can get within the means at the highway to fortunately ever after.
back, the nationwide organization of Hispanic newshounds convention. The site visitors was once no longer the one factor making me sweat. i used to be approximately to fulfill Jim’s gang for the 1st time. Jim invited strong acquaintances his children loved, Angel and Michael, as buffers so the point of interest wouldn’t all be in this new “friend.” I had invited my very own little safeguard blanket too. Rose drove in part an hour from lengthy seashore. At his entrance door, I took an nervous breath, and driven the doorbell. And there he was once, my smiling boyfriend.
side road that used to be as appealing because it was once welcoming of this gentile lady. As I settled into my new activity, I regularly depended on Jim to appear for our new domestic. As an avid walker, I didn’t rather get pleasure from riding. la had walkable neighborhoods the place a slice of pizza or a box of milk have been in basic terms steps away, yet we would have liked to stick within the Palisades, ideally within the Highlands, the place Jim already lived, due to the little ones’ faculties and a fifty-fifty custody association. I’d need to force for.
festival with the ex for many renowned mum or dad, for custody of a child’s love? anything in his personal upbringing? He could have by no means taken raised voices from somebody else. Did he think this used to be only a section? One evening, whilst I’d had sufficient, I went into Henry’s room as he used to be yelling and that i attempted to interfere. yet Jim intercepted me. He acknowledged he may perhaps deal with it and didn’t intend to make Henry much more dissatisfied. i used to be harm, yet I retreated with no notice. In our bed room, I lay down fuming yet attempting to.
to sew him up. They have been very younger and appeared inspired with the motorbike harm. “What type of motorcycle do you ride?” considered one of them requested Jim. “A Cannondale street bike,” Jim spoke back weakly. solid. He didn’t say President Barack Obama. And stable that the medical professionals have been concerning on a private point. they won't kill him. i noticed a plastic bag with Jim’s helmet and garments through a wall. all of the pricey dresses have been bring to a halt of him. I appeared via swaths of material from what was once the bib.
Meal price ticket. I proceed to feed him and I’m occasionally conquer, I admit, with motherly tenderness whereas he eats. He seems like an avant-garde punk band—swirling the dry meals round, smacking his tongue, pushing the bowl opposed to the wall, hitting the bowl together with his steel identify tag—but the noise is reassuring. consume, doggie, consume, so that you stay powerful and ornery. • • • He nonetheless usually ambles previous me with nary a look, preventing purely to flaunt his ideal downward-facing puppy. Do I care? No. He’s.