A few weeks ago I wound up with some time between work (day job), soccer (ten year olds job), writing (early morning job) … well, the list could go on. Let's just say I was coming off a seven book contract and taking a few weeks off before deciding what to do next.
Time off?
Free time.
What should I do?
Her name is Lucy. I'm pretty sure it's from the LEGO movie. She is soooooo not what I intended to let my son choose. She is sooooooo what we needed.
| She likes to be around people and is very patience with my ten-year-old who has never had a dog before. |
It's been a learning curve. My husband had one dog growing up. It was giving to him by a family member who didn't ask his parents permission first.
Me, I grew up with dogs. First with Chihuahuas and then with Shelties (my favorite breed) and after I moved away my parents raised pekinese. (Did I spell that correctly?"
When I was in college, I got a collie puppy. Here's the truth. I didn't give it the time it deserved. I was going to school full-time, working full-time, and I had a boyfriend. After two months, I gave the puppy to a good family. It was the right thing to do. But, I've always felt guilt. This is why I think it's been thirty years since I've had a dog.
To my amazement, I am the one over the moon about Lucy. Having a dog somehow completes us. Not sure why.
I'm sure my next book will have a puppy, can't waste all this good research: potty training, buying the right bed, getting her to take the worm medicine, listening to my husband yell when there's a potty training fail, watching my son lay on the floor while the puppy jumps all over him.
Btw, Lucy is 1/4 German shepherd and 3/4 husky.
What animals do you have (and no, husbands don't count.
