Saturday, May 16, 2015

Puppy, My've killed me

I am dead...or at least dead from exhaustion. We have a new puppy. Not just any old new puppy, we have a (now) 10-week old Great Pyrenees puppy. They are cute, adorable, super soft and full of that sweet puppy breath smell that makes them so lovable.But, they are also hyperintelligent, independent thinkers and stubborn. Oh, so very stubborn!

The only reason that this has anything to do with writing is that she seems to know when I'm sitting down to write. It doesn't matter what chair I sit in, if I have a laptop or some random notebook, it doesn't even matter if she was sound asleep and the only movement I made was to pick up a pencil (so I don't have to click a pen). She's up and demanding attention.

It also might not be so bad if I was younger, had  better knees, a 20-year old back, or no job so I could sleep when she does. The larger problem are the characters in my head who are all doting  over her and asking if she can be in their books too. While it would be fun to include this particular dog breed in all my books as some kind of "Easter egg", I don't really think it will work. So now they're all calling dibs, arguing over who has the best reason to have her in their story lines, all while dropping new plots, dialogue and characters in my head.

I know the puppy stage will only last for about 6-9 months, when the chewing will hopefully end and she'll sleep through the night. Unfortunately I can't say the same about the people in my head who've been there for years and so no signs of leaving until I write all the stories they have.

For those who've never seen one of these pups, here's a picture for you.

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