If you’ve read this blog before, you know I have a fondness for animals in stories and the antics they pull, but today, I’m going to talk about real-life pets (what am I saying? Real-life fuzzy, four-legged children).
The mistress of this blog has a cat. His name is Giz and he’s a most wonderful cat (although I sometimes think he thinks he’s a dog). His favorite thing to do? Lay across the keyboard so Alexis can’t write.
I, myself, have two dogs. They usually lay on the futon behind me while I write and I will admit, I sometimes read them snippets of what I’m working on (well, of course I talk to them. Don’t you talk to your pets? Excuse me again, fuzzy, four-legged children?). I am proud to say, they hang on my every word and think I am brilliant!
However, there are times when I wish they wouldn’t be so…attentive. Well, attentive may not be the word I’m looking for. A pain in the behind might be a better phrase. You see, sometimes, the futon just isn’t good enough for them. Sadie, especially, likes to crawl in the space under my desk. Now, this would be fine….if she were a small dog, but she’s not. She’s a German Shepherd and she weighs about 65 pounds. It’s very disconcerting to have a huge dog beneath your feet (although, on the flip side, on cold mornings, it can be quite nice).
Now Daisy, my other Shepherd, doesn’t crawl beneath my desk. Daisy likes to nudge my hand so I can pet her. I don’t mind petting her….she’s soft and warm and funny and sweet (she’s a little ADD and has the attention span of a gnat, but I still love her) but really? How am I supposed to write when my fingers are sliding along the keyboard and I look at the screen and see )(%&#)(IFHDIU? Don’t know about you, but this makes no sense to me at all!
Do any of you have pets (four-legged, fuzzy children) who prevent you from writing the next Great American Novel? What are some of the things they do?
As always, happy reading!