Poison’s favorite type of play is to chase after a toy, tire of the game very quickly, and wait to be petted. She also enjoys going on walks, getting treats along the way for not misbehaving, and stopping to be petted. If she misbehaves, she'll correct her own behavior, expect a treat, and then stop to be petted.
If you stop by the house and she knows you, she’d appreciate it if you’d ignore any people in the building, put her on your lap, and spend all of your visit admiring her. Until she tires of you or someone else she knows drops by. Then the little princess trots off for her next adventure. It’s a simple life but it seems to be satisfying to her.
There are many days when I think I might enjoy being a Chihuahua, too.
Despite our puppy's wishes, Glynn wants me to concentrate on the next chapter of Blackhearted Bride. Not just me, to be honest. I'll be working beside him, yes, as we plot the novel’s next chapter -- and I really liked the last chapter -- but, still, this isn't the fun part. This is work. (Writing the story is the fun part.) I’ve already agreed to use our afternoon to go over the digital recording of One Bride for Seven Brothers; did I tell you the narrator finished the project four days ago and we have to approve the reading? Well, she did, and we do, and I’m excited...but also a little nervous. I mean, the audition was lovely but we listened to that piece, the first fifteen minutes, a few months ago. In the following weeks, the audio book's production was delayed when terrible weather made further recording impossible.
What if the first fifteen minutes are wonderful but the rest of the narration is filled with thunder claps and torrential rain and audible mistakes? (“Desmond! The studio is flooding! Desmond!”) What do we do then? And how much time will it take for us to do it?
I'm definitely going to want some chocolate before we listen. Also, I'm fairly certain I'm not in the mood for more plotting. Better to start the day playing with a happy little dog, don’t you think?