Friday, March 27, 2015

Life with Jesse Daniels Has Hit the Amazon Kindle Bestseller List!

I did a promotion for my debut Young Adult novel, Life with Jesse Daniels, and the response has been overwhelming! Nearly one thousand copies were downloaded in the first 24 hours!

As I write this, my book is still at the top of the Teen and Young Adult Fiction list, and I am so extremely thrilled!

I will be sending the final draft of my new novel, My Best Friend's Brother, to my editor next week, so this could not have happened at a better time for me!

Thanks for dropping by today! Enjoy your weekend and happy reading!

Life with Jesse Daniels

Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Story of Max, My Giant Mal

Giant Malamute

Someone who read my book, Life with Jesse Daniels, emailed me and asked if I put my giant malamute Max in my book under the name "Manny." My book, of course, is pure fiction; but if you've read it, you may be wondering this as well, so I'm going to attempt to explain. The short answer is: No.

But it's complicated.

I wrote Life with Jesse Daniels in 2006, during my last semester in college. My Max is only 3 years old today. When I got him, I was not actively looking for a giant malamute just because I wrote about one in my book. I stumbled across an ad for him. His first owner had a stroke and could no longer handle him due to his large size, and the fact that he was expected to get bigger. My husband always wanted a large dog, and — being taller than your average Great Dane — this one was perfect. So we brought him home.

He was ten months old and had zero training. He was hyper and could not even sit on command. He could not fit in the largest kennel at Petco, so we had to order a jumbo for $200+.

He was taller than our couch.

His original owners kept him outside so he wouldn't destroy their house. They told us he'd terrorized his neighbor's ducks. To us, he had to be an indoor dog.

He could not fit in the tub. The first bath was a disaster because, well, he's stronger than me, and he could barely even fit in the bathroom.

And ever since, he grew taller. He is actually the tallest malamute our vet has ever seen. Even taking him to the vet is a task, because it's nearly impossible to get him in the Jeep. His head comes up past our extra-tall baby gate, making him about 42" tall.

But oddly enough, he acts just like Manny in my book. He is mischievous. He loves his treats. He loves his ball (he's destroyed several). He sticks his nose in everyone's business, and — Max, at least — thinks he's a lapdog.

He also gets excited about, plays with, and chases nothing — every once in a while.

I'm sure it's just a coincidence that I stumbled upon him, but he's just like I imagined him. Well, aside from the obvious coat and color difference. lol (For the record, Max was born all-white; now he's cinnamon and white.)
Giant Malamute

So now you know — Max and I were just meant to be.

Giant Malamute

Thursday, February 19, 2015

YA Fiction on Kindle: Life with Jesse Daniels

Racy Young Adult Fiction

Well, it's official! I'm once again chained to my desk, a slave to a novel, this one titled My Best Friend's Brother. Wanna guess what it's about?

I've revised, edited, revised, and am now editing it again. I don't feel completely nuts yet, which is quite odd, because my word processor is crashing every 3-5 minutes; I'm literally to the point where I'm saving work every 15 seconds. I would wish this on my worst enemy, but not on anybody else.

In the meantime, my debut novel—Life with Jesse Daniels—is now on Amazon Kindle! Check it out here!

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Funny Remove Your Shoes WELCOME SIGNS for Dog Owners!

Siberian Husky Remove Your Shoes WELCOME Signs 
As many of you know, I have a Giant Malamute named Max — who stopped chewing shoes, until I said he did. lol

So you shouldn't be shocked at my new Remove Your Shoes WELCOME signs. They're funny, They're furry. They're quick and to the point!
Weimaraner Remove Your Shoes WELCOME Sign 

Old English Sheepdog Remove Your Shoes WELCOME Sign 


As a reminder, you can always view our sales and DAILY DEAL and reach our site through these other websites as well: and!

Friday, January 16, 2015

Baby Car Seat Signs, Bookmarks & Home Signs now on AMAZON!

Remove Your Shoes Sign

Don't Touch the Baby Sign

Really excited to announce that select Don't Touch the Baby, Wash Your Hands, CHD, Home Signs and bookmarks are now available on Amazon!

Click here to see our storefront!

Pretty cool, right? The largest selection is still on our website, but this helps more parents find us! =)


As a reminder, you can always view our sales and DAILY DEAL and reach our site through these other websites as well: and!

Sunday, January 11, 2015

I'll See You in my Dreams - A Magical Bedtime Story

Here's the cover for a book I will be illustrating this spring, I'll See You In My Dreams. As you can plainly see, it's a cute & cuddly bedtime story!

More to come!

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year!



 Wishing our friends, family, customers, fans & Weimaraner dog lovers

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Black Friday Sale Coupons

Sharing Black Friday Sale Coupons for and our Etsy shop! These codes are good through Sunday, November 30th, on most of our books, bookmarks, baby signs and other baby shower gifts!

Note that the Bonus Coupon can be used in addition to our Thanksgiving coupon, now through 11/30 only.


TOP SELLERS this week:

Life with Jesse Daniels

Brown Boot Don't Touch the Baby Sign

As a reminder, you can always view our sales and DAILY DEAL and reach our site through these other websites as well: and!

Monday, November 17, 2014

THE MAGIC TREE is available for preorder!

Just a quick post to let you know that a book I illustrated this past summer, The Magic Tree, is now available for pre-order on Amazon! If you are looking for a cute book to help boost your child's self-esteem, this would be it!

This children's book is also written by Dr. Michal Noah, best-selling author of "A-Z The Universe in Me"!

Friday, November 14, 2014

An Excerpt from "Life with Jesse Daniels"

Derek rang our doorbell. Behind him stood Jesse, who nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose and held a praying mantis.

“What do you want?” Tiffany put her hands on her hips and pouted. A bouncy curl slid into her eye, and she tucked it back behind her ear.

“I need to use your bathroom,” Derek said with a crooked smile, hands behind his back.

“Why don’t you use your own bathroom? You live right across the street!”

“Because we were playing in the woods all day and I have to go really bad. Our mom locked us out.”

She sighed, moved aside, and he quickly vanished up the stairs. My sister didn’t seem to like Derek much. Maybe she wasn’t into boys yet, though she did carry around these Young Adult novels she was way too young for. I snuck a look at one once, and it had guys and girls “kissing passionately.” It seems my sister was always a pervert.

Tiffany crowded the doorway as Jesse tried to enter. “Drop the bug first!”

Jesse set the thing down. “Anna, wanna play tag?” There was dirt caked to his dirty blond hair, which I thought was really nasty. We were eleven—when would his hygiene improve? I mean, even then I showered daily!

Tiffany sneered as Dad wandered into the foyer, wearing his commonly wide smile. “Jesse, how are you? How’s your mom today?”

Jesse shrugged carelessly, looking up at him like he was miles high.

“We’re having hot dogs and French fries for dinner. Would you like to join us?”

“Can we have ketchup, too?”

“Sure we can! I’ve even got the green ketchup!” Dad can be so cheesy at times.


Derek descended the stairs wearing a huge grin. He stood beside me, eyes glimmering. Even back then his hair hung down past his eyes, parted down the middle.

They ate like pigs at the dinner table and ironically, Dad still seemed thrilled to have them there. “Doesn’t your mom feed you boys?” he joked, dragging a fry through a puddle of ketchup.

Derek answered with his mouth full. “We were in the woods all day.”

“We dissected a frog!” Jesse added.

As if eating hot dogs wasn’t gross enough!

Dad looked amused. “Did you? And what did you find?”

“We pulled its guts out!” Jesse exclaimed. “And it had a poor bug stuck in its belly!”

Tiffany snickered. “You killed a frog to save a bug?” She rolled her eyes. “Boys are so immature!”

Derek grinned. “Who said we killed it?”

Tiffany’s expression was blank.

“It’s been dead for weeks!”

I practically gagged.

The boys laughed and shoved their remaining fries in their mouths.

Tiffany sneered. “Really, for weeks? Exaggerating much? I’m taking a shower. Hopefully you’ll be gone by the time I get out!”

“Tiffany, that isn’t nice,” Dad scorned.

After she left, the room grew silent. I grimaced at the hot dog on my plate. The smell alone made me nauseous. I’ll bet Tiffany asked for hot dogs so often just to piss me off. I pushed it aside so my fries wouldn’t touch the so-called meat. Dad shot me a look, so I picked at the bun and grabbed a fry.

“So are you two going to be explorers when you grow up?” Dad asked a few minutes later, tossing his napkin on his plate.

Derek showed me his chewed-up hot dog. “My teacher said we were born in the wrong generation. There isn’t much left to explore.”

Dad laughed his deep, warm laugh. But it was drowned out by Tiffany’s bewildered screaming.

Practically tossing the table aside, Dad ran up in a panic, with the rest of us on his trail. Tiffany was in our bedroom, wrapped in a towel, dripping on the carpet, crying feverishly. She held a chunk of long hair, her face deep red. “Daddy, my hair’s falling out!” She pulled at her scalp, held another chunk, and sobbed. 

I gasped.

Derek chuckled.

“What did you put in your hair, Princess?”

“Conditioner!” Her bawling intensified.

Dad ran his hand over her head and sniffed the yellow residue. “This is Nair!” He pulled her into our bathroom, where the shower was still running. “Wash this off immediately, understand? Hurry, before all your hair falls off!”

That last sentence made her shriek like he just said she’s going to military school.

Dad was on fire. “WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?!”

Now Derek’s face was long, his eyes were scared, and he’d wiped that grin off his face really fast. I was mad for show. What I was really thinking was, That’ll teach her to have better hair than me!


Excerpt from "Life with Jesse Daniels".

Copyright © 2014 by Chrissy Fanslau. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

The Big Cats

One of my first jobs was working for Tom, a Pennsylvanian veterinarian. I recently found a series of journal entries and damn do they bring back memories! Here are my experiences, as I remember them.

It was another busy day at the clinic. I still worked in the kennel; administering medication, cleaning dog crap and doing laundry—I know, sounds like a dream job.

The kennel was crowded as the weekend grew near. At lunch, I took a well-deserved break. One of the girls I worked with asked if I wanted to go see the large cats at the sanctuary.

We walked behind the clinic to the log house which was the rehab center. Ducks waddled in our path, headed for the nearby pond, which was surrounded by colorful deciduous trees and shrubs. The ducklings were cute as they moved around steadily, their mother’s tail.

We walked to the back of the log home. The cat enclosure appeared—fences about fifteen feet tall, completely enclosed so the animals could not jump over. Two mountain lions stared intently, vocalizing as we came within feet of them. One rubbed her teeth against the metal fence in a rather playful manner. The blackish-tan fur was extremely short and dense, the nose a color near maroon. She stopped her rubbing motion and stared at me. My companion, a thin girl in her twenties, pulled some tall, green grass from the ground. 

“They love this stuff,” she said, bringing her hand close to the fence. The cougars rushed for it, both eager to get a bite.

“O wow!” they screamed as they gently pulled the blades out of her hand. That explained what I heard every morning since I started working at the clinic! And it sounded really cool.

She laughed. “Oh, wow, Kiki!” she mocked, letting go of the grass and rubbing one of their noses with her index finger. “They say that when they see something they want,” she explained. She wiped her hands on her dirty black jeans and turned away. She told me I could stay until my break was up.

I sat on a knee-high rock by the cage, watching them hurry about, rubbing themselves against one other. Kiki got on her hind legs at one point, gripping the fence like she had human fingers. 

“O wow,” she cried loudly, echoing. She seemed anxious for more. I found it odd that a carnivorous animal could get so worked up over grass. They had no access to grass; their enclosure primarily housed them and lots of dirt.

I reached over, pulled on some long blades, and carefully brought them close. Her teeth poked through the fence as she tried to get ahold of them. I was too afraid to bring my hand to her mouth—especially with all the signs posted on the fence, which depicted huge canines and broken, falling human fingers.

That's when the tiger emerged from the building. It stunned me. She was twice the size of any mountain lion there, and obviously dominant. They moved aside for her. Her mouth hung as she paced by, at first ignoring me. Her coat was like a bright fire, her stripes jet black, with a white chest and long white fur encircling the sides of her face.

She moved past me but turned, her orange eyes meeting my blues. I stared at her in awe. She stared me down, unpleased with my gaze. Large cats don't like to be challenged. After a minute or so, her eyes grew narrow. She looked at me, rather irritated, and made a sound like a sneeze. Her tail twitched, and the white spots on the back of her ears came into view—annoyance.

She gripped the fence with her paw, pulling herself up closer to my level. She vocalized, a rather pleasant Rrrr. Then she got down, turned her butt to me, and used her back paws to kick up some of the fine dirt beneath her—we all know what she thought of me.

Luckily, she liked me when it mattered.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Still Evolving

For those who don't know, I started drawing Seacats when I was nine. They are over 20 years old, and I'm um ... barely any older.

I drew Seacats on everything. I drew them in grade school. I drew them in middle school, I drew them in high school. I drew them in class, I drew them in journals, I drew them in year books, I drew them on my hands. And other kids were still so impressed they asked if I drew or traced them.

Yeah, I used a pencil to trace this onto my hand. Okay....

I lied, I don't usually draw with a pencil. Ink, baby, ink.

Luckily, as an adult I'm never asked that silly question. Like I can imagine some art director for XYZ Publishers calling me up — "Hi, is this Chrissy? I'm looking for an artist and I saw your portfolio online. Did you really draw that, or did you trace it?"

Yeah, that would never happen. At least, it hasn't, after nearly a decade in business.

Anyway. I drew them. I painted them. I etched them. I watercolored them. My dad still has a room full of my old Seacat stuff.

They look really different now. More professional for sure. But they're still the same, really.

I'm working on some new Seacat projects. I thought I'd share some line art here. I'm trying to get Izzy Bell to complement Timmy just a bit more. Very minor changes, but they're still there. They're pretty close, but still evolving. You can see their evolution here and follow them on Facebook here.