If I controlled the universe, every day would be filled with 60s style pop songs about spaceships, sung by talking animals.
Yes, I’d change the genre of our space-time continuum to a furry sci-fi pop musical. I don’t know what the deal is with all this mainstream nonsense.
I keep coming up with novels I want to write faster than I can actually write them…
When you start either laughing or crying about how much you enjoy John Linnell’s voice in the TMBG song “Triops Has Three Eyes,” and you can’t even tell which, you are TOO TIRED and SHOULD GO TO BED.
This is a message for me. Please see that I get it. Thank you.
Six months ago my big orange Sheltie died, and we started looking for a little orange Sheltie puppy.
In six hours, we get to go pick the puppy up.
There’s 1.5 hours until we leave to pick up the new puppy, and I’m torn between trying to get some writing done… and just admitting my brain is too frazzled by this liminal space to do anything useful and watching some Star Wars: Rebels.
Most likely, I will do neither.
I’m so nervous. We’re adding an entire little person — fuzzy and four-legged, but still a person — to our household, and it’s a baby who will be a ton of work…
But most of that fear will probably melt away when I see Avery again. It did when we visited last week.
I know, rationally, adding a puppy to our household is the right choice right now. The kids are home all the time due to the pandemic, so they’ll be able to really enjoy the puppy. And they’re the perfect ages for it — seven and thirteen.
And we do want another Sheltie.
I’ve been leaning as hard as I can into the excitement of getting a puppy, because I know it’ll be hard, & if I’m going to do a hard thing, I want to really enjoy the good parts.
Life would be so much easier if dogs like Quinn lived forever.
I’ll feel that way about Avery soon.
Cole’s gonna be so excited when we get home with a puppy for him to play with.
Avery has no idea of the adventure she’s about to begin.
Avery grew up with three brothers and a sister, on a hazelnut and lavender farm. The breeder described her as spunky, playful, and almost too smart. She’s the pick of the litter, and they almost kept her for themselves.
Avery’s breeder seemed charmed by the description of our chaotic household and the idea that this spunky little girl would be going to a life filled with enough excitement to keep her busy.
Avery fell asleep as soon as we got in the car to drive her home.
Tiny, sleepy puppy on my arm!!!
Avery woke up feeling happy and hopeful, which is impressive given that we just took her away from the only home and family she’s ever known in a big, strange, noisy vehicle. She’s a bold one.