I’m M. W. Hauser. I write murder mysteries and my agent would murder me if I didn’t mention that I do have an agent. If you are a publisher or an editor looking for a great mystery series, check out my excerpts, they are to die for-at least that’s what I’ve been told. I have been published in a few minor dog magazines–humor and non-fiction. I’ve been a member of Pennwriters for many years. Major life event–had a heart attack in August of 2011.
My husband was a police officer forced into an early retirement because he has multiple sclerosis. He was a police tactical firearms instructor and is a great and willing resource for me. He always encourages me to keep writing. He’s home twenty-four seven. Oh, please someone shoot me now. Of course I’m kidding. We will celebrate our thirty-ninth anniversary in July of this year. His MS has gone from relapsing remitting to secondary progressive. He still tries to do some of the yard work, thank heavens for riding mowers.
We have two Bull Terriers at present and have owned BTs for over thirty years. Gavin, our male, turned ten in November 2011, he’s all white and an import from a wonderful breeder in Nova Scotia. He has been with us since he was eight weeks old. He’s quite demanding and often when I’m working for a long time, he will climb onto the lower part of my desk and chew me out by barking.
Patty, our female is brindle and white is now seven years old, she arrived on our doorstep one day with a man who decided he didn’t want her so we took her in. She was less than a year old and he’d bought her from some place in Romania. At that time, I was the chairperson of our local Bull Terrier Club’s rescue, a position I reluctantly gave up after life became too hectic to continue with the job. We’d thought about placing Patty, but, as you can see, she’s still with us. I couldn’t place her after she fell ass over tin cups in love with my husband. She and Gavin get along well though they do have a few sibling-like squabbles from time to time.
I am an avid gardener and once the weather warms up it’s hard to keep me indoors. There have been threats made about chaining me to my desk when a deadline looms. We have a large perennial garden thanks to an Aunt and Uncle who had a nursery and graciously gave me van loads of plants to take home.
Our Koi pond was my husband’s last big project before his MS really began to kick his butt. It took him a whole summer to build. He dug it out by hand on his few days off from work and once the installation ended, it was my turn to plant the garden around it. Our yard quickly became our pride and joy.
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