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A new memoir from the #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and top 10 USA Today bestselling author of The Dog Lived (And So Will I)
"A literary masterpiece! Teresa Rhyne writes
...A new memoir from the #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and top 10 USA Today bestselling author of The Dog Lived (And So Will I)
"A literary masterpiece! Teresa Rhyne writes from the heart and soul… This is a must read not only for dog lovers, but for anyone with a passion for animals." - Shannon Keith, Founder and President of the Beagle Freedom Project
We rescue dogs and bring them into our lives...and often they rescue us in return. What would cause a cheese-loving, meat-eating lawyer to become a vegan? Her dog. Teresa Rhyne and Seamus the beagle both survived cancer once, so when Seamus develops yet another cancer, Teresa vows to fight again. She finds better food for Seamus, and a plant-based diet becomes her own guide, but she realized that's not enough for her—and it's not enough for the animals.
As she searches for a more compassionate lifestyle, she struggles to find her place somewhere between a hypocrite in leather high heels and a hippie in a hemp skirt, all while coping with the threat of Seamus slipping away.
When she encounters two other dogs who need help, including one rescued from animal testing, turning away seems impossible after everything she's discovered. Will turning her life upside down to rescue two more beagles be the best medicine for everyone?
An honest, funny book about dogs, relationships and surviving life's challenges with humor and grace is perfect for fans of Marley and Me, The Middle Place and A Dog's Purpose will love this touching memoir.
Other books by Teresa Rhyne:
The Dog Lived (And So Will I): The sad, honest, hilarious memoir of a cancer survivor
The #1 New York Times bestseller
The #1 Wall Street Journal bestseller
USA Today bestseller
*The first month's sales of The Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I) went to benefit the Beagle Freedom Project*
What readers are saying about The Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I):
"an ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL portrayal of a passionate, zealous woman and the dogs (and man) she adores."
"honest to a fault and totally likable!"
"honest, candid, and filled with life infusing humor."
"laughter, tears & of course BEAGLES!!!"
What reviewers are saying about The Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I):
"… a love letter to our animals, to who they are and who they make us want to be. She also reminds us of what her beagles always knew; love deeply, move forward, and never turn down a snack." - Quinn Cummings, author of The Year of Learning Dangerously and Pet Sounds
"With Teresa's characteristic intelligence, humor, and intensity…This book will change you...and you'll have Teresa to thank." - Linda Sherman-Nurick, Cellar Door Books, Riverside, CA
"… an enthralling and heart-warming story of extending the compassion we have for dogs to all animals..." - Jenny Brown, Founder and Executive Director, Woodstock Animal Farm Santuary and author of The Lucky Ones: My Passionate Fight for Farm Animals
What reviewers are saying about The Dog Lived (And So Will I):
"This poignant and fast–moving memoir…is proof that even a hard–charging lawyer is no match for a big–hearted beagle." —Martin Kihn, author of Bad Dog (A Love Story)
"…encouraging tale of finding love and love in unexpected places..."—Publishers Weekly
"A book that dares to be honest and sad and hilarious all at once."—Susan Conley, author of The Foremost Good Fortune
"Funny, smart, uplifting, and fun, The Dog Lived (and So Will I) reminds us that animals are among our best teachers, our most powerful healers, and our most steadfast friends. I loved it!"—Sy Montgomery, author of The Good Good Pig
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Seeing Red
My dog Seamus and I were sitting in the backyard of a friend’s home—the same home where I’d celebrated the end of my cancer t
...Chapter 1
Seeing Red
My dog Seamus and I were sitting in the backyard of a friend’s home—the same home where I’d celebrated the end of my cancer treatments in a Survivor-themed party—when I saw red. It was a bright, clear fall day in 2011. As Seamus wiggled in my lap, the sun illuminated a pool of blood deep in his eye.
I immediately denied what I was seeing, unable to believe there could be another health issue. Not now. This was a shadow, a reflection of my fuchsia sweater, an illusion. This was anything but what I knew it was. If I hadn’t been so shocked, I would have seen the irony in finding that spot in his eye just then.
We were posing for the author photo for my memoir about how he—my beagle, my love, my hilarious, spirited guide to life—had survived his own cancer and given me the strength and courage to survive mine. As soon as the photo shoot was over, in what was a familiar routine for me, I scheduled a vet appointment. The vet just as quickly sent us to a specialist.
I was back in a sterile, white room with my dog—trusting and fearless—standing on a metal table. The initial evaluation was done by an intern. He was polite, quiet, and appeared to be thorough in his exam, but he said very little to me. Seamus stayed calm on the table, as he always did, glancing my way only occasionally. When the exam was over, Seamus howled.
“He wants a cookie,” I said. “He’s well-trained to know he gets a treat when the exam is over. Preferably a green dog bone, if you have one.”
The intern smiled. “Poor guy. I’ll get him a treat, but I don’t know about green. I’ll bring it back when the doctor comes in.”
Several minutes later, the intern, the doctor, and a tech came in the room—an entire, foreboding team. The intern handed Seamus a cookie. It wasn’t green, but Seamus merrily took it and howled for more. The intern laughed and petted Seamus’s head. The doctor promised he’d give him more later. Other than that, though, the doctor was all business. And maybe that should have been a clue too.
Seamus had first been diagnosed with cancer a year after I adopted him. He was only two, maybe three years old at the time. He spent a year in treatment—two surgeries, many months of chemotherapy, and then another year and a half of follow-ups and blood tests before he was deemed cancer-free and released from treatment. Six months after that, I was diagnosed with triple-negative breast cancer and spent nearly a year in treatment myself. I was still going for semiannual oncology checkups. So, it’s not like I was new to doctors and devastating diagnoses. You’d think I’d get used to this.
“I don’t like this,” he said, peering with the ophthalmoscope, its pinpoint light shining in Seamus’s left eye. “Did you see this…?” And here he switched into the medical jargon that some medical personnel use so easily without any thought that the patient—or, in this case, the patient’s guardian—cannot understand it and therefore would only be frightened by it.
“I did see that,” the intern said, glancing quickly in my direction and away again.
Of course there’s something to see. It’s why I brought him in. I tried to stay calm, but the doctor’s approach was not helping.
“Yeah, that’s not good at all. I don’t like what I’m seeing,” he said to no one in particular as he was still looking into Seamus’s eye.
I wanted to smack him. I’m sitting right here. Hold your editorial until you are ready to talk to me. But I have a history of wanting to lash out at doctors. I’d felt that way about Seamus’s first oncologist (I not so fondly referred to her as Dr. Sorority Bitch) and the oncologist I did chemo with (Dr. B…no explanation needed, I trust, though clearly I could use some creativity in my anger).
The intern switched the exam room lights back on.
Finally, the doctor turned to me. “This isn’t good. What I see is most likely—I’m almost certain—a melanoma.”
I had long ago noticed, in my vast experience with cancer, that very few people, medical personnel included, actually say the “C” word.
“Cancer?” I said.
“I’m afraid so.”
Shit! I am so sick of cancer. How bad is it? This cannot be happening. How bad is it? Can. Not. Be happening. Not again. How bad is it?
I stayed quiet, stroking Seamus’s head while I steadied myself. “Can you give him that other cookie now?” And maybe one for me?
The doctor pulled a dog biscuit from the pocket of his lab coat and fed it to Seamus, who gladly ate it in only a few quick bites and then howled, wagging his tail.
“He’s a really cute dog,” the doctor said.
“He is. And he has already survived cancer once—a mast cell tumor. He’s been through two surgeries and months of chemotherapy.” While one hand held Seamus, my other was clenched in a fist at my side. “Is this related to that cancer? A recurrence now—seven years later?”
The doctor’s eyebrows shot up, but he was quick to recover. “No, not related. This is a different cancer altogether. He’s just not very lucky.”
Luck? It was only luck or, more to the point, bad luck that determined who got cancer? “I guess I’m not very lucky either. I’m also a cancer survivor.”
Now the doctor’s surprise stayed on his face. “Wow. Um, wow. That’s a lot of cancer in one house. Do you live near a nuclear reactor or something?”
I was no amateur at hearing a cancer diagnosis—I’d experienced it done both better and worse than this. I couldn’t tell if he thought he was making a joke, but whether he was or not, it was an entirely inappropriate comment. Now we’d swung from “luck” to where we live maybe being the cause of cancer. Time to bring the doc’s focus back to where it should be—to what next?
“So where do we go from here? What’s the treatment? Do you know for certain it is cancer?”
He gave a long explanation, with the usual amount of confusing and frightening medical terms. It came down to surgery. The doctor was 99 percent certain there was a melanoma on Seamus’s eye. Whatever it was, it had to be removed. Chemo and radiation were not options for this cancer. They could remove the eye and likely be done with it. Or they could try shaving the tumor off and saving the eye, but if it grew back, they’d have to remove the eye then. Chances were it would grow back; the only issue would be how long it took. The longer it took, of course, the longer he’d keep the eye—could be weeks, could be months, could be years.
Seamus was nine, maybe ten, years old then. Since I’d adopted him from a shelter, I was uncertain of his actual age. But still, at nine or ten, he could live four, five years longer, maybe more. Trying to save the eye seemed the right thing to do. If he were older, maybe I’d worry more about the possibility of two surgeries and the toll that would take. But he’d been such a trooper during all he’d been through that I had great faith in his recovery abilities. Plus, I’d become accustomed to beating the cancer odds, maybe even, inexplicably, cocky about it.
“I want to try to save his eye,” I said.
“That’s what I’d do too.” The doctor moved toward the door. “We’ll get you an estimate of the cost and schedule the surgery.”
We scheduled the surgery for December. I considered waiting until January, because December is when all bad things seem to happen in my life. My entire family has a bad history with the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas—accidents, deaths, cancer diagnoses (note the plural on all of those events). I dread the entire holiday season, but particularly the month of December. And now, another reason to despise it. But I didn’t want to just leave cancer hanging around in the poor dog’s eye any more than I had wanted to leave it hanging out in my right breast when I was diagnosed in December 2008.
Seamus, in his usual style, and as I had counted on, recovered from this surgery quickly. But he still needed care—bandages changed, pain medication, and eye drops—so I resumed our old routine. I was his caretaker, working from home, and he was his rascally self, using his diabolical cuteness and now his new swashbuckling eye patch to work me over for more treats. And for those days, at home with Seamus, the doctor’s words ate at my brain.
“Do you live near a nuclear reactor or something?”
We didn’t, of course. Does anybody anymore? I lived in a townhome, up on a ridge in Riverside, a suburb in Southern California (usually described as halfway between Los Angeles and Palm Springs). I lived there with Seamus and Chris, the beagle and human loves of my life. There was no nuclear reactor. But three cancers in one household over seven years was a lot of cancer. Too much cancer. Was I doing something wrong? And, of course, I’d tied my own cancer recovery so closely to Seamus’s it was difficult not to think I might have a recurrence too. “The dog lived and so will I” had been my mantra as I went through a breast lumpectomy, three months of chemotherapy, and thirty-six rounds of radiation. “The Dog Lived” was the name of my blog, and eventually The Dog Lived (and So Will I) was the name of the memoir I’d written. And now the dog had cancer again. It was impossible not to feel “…and so will I.” Maybe I had done everything wrong.
With Seamus’s original cancer and again with my own, I never spent a lot of time wondering why the cancer had occurred. I didn’t spend time attaching blame or wondering why me. But now it was getting hard to avoid the thought that maybe there was a reason this was happening to us.
What was I doing wrong? Why was this happening?
When I had finished my cancer treatments, I quickly resumed my old lifestyle. I had not had the great epiphany one hears many cancer patients have: I kept waiting for the urge to run marathons, rescue orphans, or quit my job and travel the world, but I was waiting while reading magazines, sipping a martini, and feasting on fried calamari. And my cancer had been triple-negative—which means not responsive to hormones—so the doctors had not given me any dietary restrictions. Naturally, I used that as an excuse for many celebratory meals of dubious nutritional value. Now, though, with Seamus on the couch next to me, curled up and sleeping soundly, his eye patch clearly visible, the bottles of pain medication and antibiotics lined up on the kitchen counter, and with me only a few months away from my own oncology visit, I knew I had to do something. I had to change. I vowed—for Seamus, for me, for our household—that I’d find a way to do better.
I’d find a way to fight for us all.
Reviews
“Teresa captures that intangible feeling of MUTUAL, unconditional love when a strong bond develops between a pet and his or her companion. Her recent book, The Dogs Were Rescued (and So ...
“Teresa captures that intangible feeling of MUTUAL, unconditional love when a strong bond develops between a pet and his or her companion. Her recent book, The Dogs Were Rescued (and So Was I), tells the story of Teresa’s involvement with Beagle Freedom Project and her own personal growth and transformation.” - Manatee Pet
“Reading this sheds light on the effects of animal testing on dogs, how vegans don't fall into one stereotype and that as messy as life can get, one always finds a way to navigate through it.” - Too Kool Doggies
“As a dog lover, I liked this book. I liked the writing style ... it was funny and sarcastic at times yet honest. ” - Teena in Toronto
“There’s humor in this book, and kibble for dog-lovers, particularly beagle fans, to enjoy. I liked that a lot.” - Bookworm Sez
“This book is about more than the next chapter in Rhyne's life. It's about her journey toward finding her place in the world, and being more compassionate towards all creatures.” - Life With Beagle
“The Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I) made me nod in agreement, laugh, cry, and laugh some more. Anyone with furry family members will love this. Anyone on a health journey will love this. Yes, I cried, and found my eyes misty while writing this.
Read more at http://twoclassychics.com/2014/08/book-review-the-dogs-were-rescued/#XwrA7Xisy7FODXpv.99” - Two Classy Chicks
“Teresa Rhyne gives us much to think about as she amusingly shares her enlightening journey as an animal loves who comes to terms with what that really means. The Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I) is an enthralling and heart-warming story of extending the compassion we have for dogs to all animals--including the ones who end up as dinner.” - Jenny Brown, Founder and Executive Director, Woodstock Animal Farm Santuary and author of The Lucky Ones: My Passionate Fight for Farm Animals
“A literary masterpiece! Teresa Rhyne writes from the heart and soul in a way that draws you in so deeply, you can't help but physically feel her pain, her love, her sorrow, her fear, her excitement and her inspiration. Her true ‘tails’ of loss and newfound life are not to be missed. I laughed, I cried. I felt relief and enthusiasm. This is a must read not only for dog lovers, but for anyone with a passion for animals.” - Shannon Keith, Founder and President of the Beagle Freedom Project
“With Teresa’s characteristic intelligence, humor, and intensity, she explores food production, the horrors of animal testing in cosmetics, cleaning supplies and more, and determines that the vegan life is the only choice that makes sense for her…This book will change you…and you’ll have Teresa to thank.” - Linda Sherman-Nurick, Cellar Door Books, Riverside, CA
“THE DOGS WERE RESCUED is a love letter to our animals, to who they are and who they make us want to be. Teresa has written a wonderfully funny story about change, transformation and unexpected second acts. She also reminds us of what her beagles always knew; love deeply, move forward, and never turn down a snack.” - Quinn Cummings, author of Notes From The Underwire and Pet Sounds
“The Dogs Were Rescued is far more than a dog book. It’s a book about how all of us who love animals can understand, and do, more to make their lives better. After reading this book I want to do more than love my own dog. I want to live in a way that shows my love for all dogs.” - Kim Kavin, author of Little Boy Blue: A Puppy’s Rescue from Death Row and His Owner’s Journey for Truth
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Length: 8 in
Width: 5.25 in
Weight: 0.00 oz
Page Count: 272 pages
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