… Or should I say Pets and Writing? How is it that our pets seem to take precedence over our writing most (if not all) of the time?
You get up in the morning, get through your usual ritual of bathroom use, wash up, and perhaps even getting dressed, grab a cup of coffee … or in my case, a cup of tea, and settle behind that trusty old keyboard to get in the morning word count. (This is provided you’re not the type to devote the first hour or so to email and other social media.) You’re ready; you’re hot; you get into the groove of where you left off yesterday … and then suddenly, there’s a forlorn meow at your feet. You look down into a pair of beseeching green eyes and give a silent “awwww” before lifting kitty into your lap. It’s only ten, fifteen or twenty minutes later that you realize you have now wasted precious writing time petting and caressing that sweet little creature. With determination, you set her on the ground and shoo her off. Naturally you get a haughty look before she takes off to explore her food dish … which is empty, of course. Now you gotta make sure she’s fed or the ever increasing meows will drive you up the wall.
Now you’ve got to get down to business. This book ain’t gonna write itself, y’know. Then … a whine comes from the left and there’s the pooch sitting at your feet with his leash in his mouth. “But hubby just took you out less than an hour ago,” you try to reason with him to no avail. Of course hubby has left for work and you’re the only one home with the critter, so you can’t confirm whether or not the dog did his duty. In the end, you give in … mostly because you don’t want to take a chance of the pooch soiling your carpet.
With a heartfelt sigh you get dressed (if you’re the type to work in your jammies) and clip the leash onto the dog and begin the morning with a long, brisk walk as the pooch insist on sniffing at every tree and fire hydrant along the way.
Suddenly you realize that this is a good thing. The morning air is fresh, the walk is exhilarating and your mind begins to churn out ideas. Now it’s urgent that you get home to scribble down these ideas, but poochie is taking his good nature time finding just the right spot to take care of business. At last he’s done and you rush home … only to find that the darlin’ children left for school without feeding the hamster, the fish, or the turtle. Sigh.
Ah, pets. What would we do without them? Our household used to have both a cat and a dog. The cat passed away about four months ago, which leaves the dog, which is a handful by himself. I’ve since gotten a Beta fish and am hemming and hawing over getting another cat. That remains to be seen, but I cannot envision our home without one, so don’t be surprised if we end up getting one.