Writer’s talks can get pretty long-winded, Ashley has figured out how to do it. Sunday night, she and her mom and a bunch of other nice people paid to have dinner with me in Yardley, Pa. to benefit a dog therapy group. Mid-way through,  Ashley opened  one of my books, “The Dogs Of Bedlam Farm,” and this, I thought is the perfect way to survive a windbag writer, just open one of his or her books and read it. It worked for both of us.