Blog Tour: We Have Lost the Chihuahuas

Posted 24th November 2017 by Emma Poulloura in Blog Tours, Reviews / 0 Comments

Blog Tour: We Have Lost the Chihuahuas

Blog Tour: We Have Lost the ChihuahuasWe Have Lost The Chihuahuas (We Have Lost #4) by Paul Mathews
Published by Amazon Digital Services on 28th November 2017
Pages: 279
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London, 2046. The British Republic has a new First Lady. She’s Californian, ‘in-your-face, for sure’ and she’s got big plans for a Buckingham Palace refurb. When her three Chihuahuas go missing, one man is determined to avoid getting dragged into it all. His name is Pond. Howie Pond – presidential spokesperson, retired secret agent and cat lover.

Meanwhile, Howie’s wife Britt is handed her first assignment as a National Security and Intelligence Service rookie – to solve the mystery of the missing canine trio.

Will Howie manage to slope off to the pub before he can be roped into help? Will Britt unmask the dognapper and grab the glory? Find out, in the latest, crazy comedy-thriller from dog-loving British author Paul Mathews.

Extract

‘Of course you do!’ boomed Johnnie. ‘And I have a business to run. Old English sheepdogs don’t walk themselves, you know.’ He went to turn and then stopped himself. ‘Oh, and if the owner of these fine specimens ever wants any professional help walking them, just look me up. I’d be more than happy to oblige. Hollywood Hounds of Kensington and Chelsea. No job – or dog – too small. We treat every one of our four-legged clients like A-list superstars at prices the rich and famous can afford. Walks start from five hundred pounds an hour.’ He waved a hand. ‘Adios, amigos!’ Then he marched off towards The Mall with his poodle in tow – their bouffants bouncing in perfect time with each other.

Conor was now fully in control of all three dogs and able to focus his attention on Howie. ‘Do you think we could persuade the First Lady to use Mr Hollywood’s services? It sounds like the kind of high-end, massively over-priced thing she might go for.’

Howie shook his head. ‘No chance. She only wants people in the president’s inner circle walking her precious pooches.’

‘But I’m not exactly in his inner circle, am I, sir?’

Howie placed an understanding hand on Conor’s shoulder. ‘You’re the nearest person to the centre of the circle we could persuade to do it.’

They began walking back to Buckingham Palace.

Conor stared down at the winding path. ‘If I might be so bold, sir, why can’t you walk them? You’re closer to the president than I am.’

That was a good question. And it would require a good answer. Howie would have to make one up. ‘I own a cat. And I can’t go home smelling of Chihuahuas every night, can I?’

‘But I own a cat too, sir.’

‘There are o-o-other reasons besides that,’ stuttered Howie, urging his brain to suggest some. It didn’t. So he switched into presidential spokesperson mode and began to bullshit. ‘There are many reasons why I can’t walk those dogs. I was just giving you one of those reasons which, as it turns out, is quite a good reason but, of itself, is not a good enough reason, when taken individually, for you to stop walking them.’

Conor only looked mildly baffled, rather than completely flummoxed. Howie still had some work to do. He pressed on.

‘So, owning a cat is a good enough reason for me not to walk the First Lady’s dogs, Conor, when combined with my long list of as-yet-unspecified, and later-to-be-clarified, other reasons which, for even more other reasons, I can’t go into detail about at this present moment in time.’

Conor’s eyes were starting to glaze over. So were the dogs’. This was textbook stuff, as Johnnie Hollywood might say. All Howie needed now was a killer conclusion.

‘So, in a nutshell, Conor, that’s why I can’t do it – the sum of the reasons for not walking the Chihuahuas always being greater than its constituent parts.’

Conor’s expression confirmed that he was now in a state of total bemusement. ‘If you say so, sir.’

The Chihuahuas sniffed the air. Howie chuckled inwardly – perhaps they could smell the bullshit? Or maybe it was Conor’s desperation. The Irishman really didn’t want to walk these dogs. But neither did anyone else who had ankles and thumbs. So Conor would just have to suck it up, as the First Lady might succinctly put it.

After a few seconds, Conor spoke again. ‘I’m not sure how much longer I can do this, sir. It’s putting a strain on me. And my cat. She won’t sit on my lap any more. She’s thinks I’m seeing another domestic animal behind her back.’ Conor’s tone became more anxious. ‘It’s bad enough Mrs O’Brean questioning my every interaction with female work colleagues – but now even the cat is giving me the cold shoulder when I get home.’

About Paul Mathews

Paul Mathews is a quite funny British guy who’s managed to escape his day job and is currently on the run as a comedy novelist. His sharp, satirical – often surreal – sense of humour draws on 20 years as a British Government press officer, during which time he encountered politicians, senior civil servants, HR managers, and lots of other people who really sucked at their jobs.

His popular ‘We Have Lost’ comedy-thriller series set in 2040s London, starring beleaguered presidential spokesman and wannabe secret agent Howie Pond, currently comprises four titles with more on the way. Paul has read all the books at least ten times and highly recommends them.

Make him happy by signing up for his ‘Very Funny Newsletter’ here: www.quitefunnyguy.com/newsletter. If you don’t want to sign up for it, stay calm and do nothing.

Paul also owns a cat, Lulu, who works as his assistant. All fan mail to her, please.

Emma Poulloura

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