Well, it seems that when you write for a living, every day has some new distraction. Today’s distraction at my house is a 90 pound hound who has wandered in from a neighbor’s house.
She clearly has puppies and needs to get back to them, but we are waiting for someone to come home and unlock the gate. Unfortunately, I don’t think she used the gate when she came to visit.
My dog, Skay, and the rat-killing duck, Tubby, freak out every time they see her. Skay won’t stop barking at her and Tubby paces the pen quacking. Probably a good thing the poor interloper doesn’t speak duck or her feelings might be very hurt.
And the even more unfortunate thing is that she really wants to sit in my lap while I work. Ain’t happenin’! That is why she has that forlorn look–she is really workin’ it!
That’s Thursday’s story, doggy and distracting, and I’m stickin’ to it. Hang on real tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!