Saturday, October 31, 2009
He needs counseling...
My poor dog.
He is so attached to me that he cannot stand to have me do ANYTHING other than pay attention to him straight time.
I played with him ALL morning then settled in to write.
He started dropping chew toys on my keyboard. I threw them for a long while and far enough each time that I hoped to wear him out so he'd take his nap.
But NOOOO. He kept dropping slimy toys on my fingers as I tried to type. I started hiding his chew toys. He totally freaked out. Huffed at me and started digging in the couch like it was a pile of dirt because I guess he smelled his toys. I'd stuffed them deep in the crack.
While he was busy in Plan B attempt to chew my sectional into shreds to rescue his toys, I took that opportunity to type.
He wised up and did what you see in the picture above.
Yes, threw half his body over my keyboard so I would stop typing and pay attention to him.
I am SO ready for this dog to take a nap so I can finish my proposal.
In the meantime, here's a small glimpse into the glamorous life of a writer battling chew toy slime and dogs with serious cyber-rivalry.
Off to write....