Life with Dogs ~ Compassion ~ with @meganslayer #lifewithdogs #pups #authorlife #meganslayer #compassion

Darlington 2018This last couple weeks haven’t been my favorites. I had a couple of setbacks and found out my grandfather isn’t doing well. It’s been tough on me. But I’ve had bright spots. I’m back to walking 2.5+ miles every day and while I’m not writing as much as I’d like, the laptop is working. I can write. I’m writing a little and making some progress.

But the bright spot has been my pup. I know she’s older and she’s slowing down. She snores louder than she used to and can’t see where she’s going. She tends to pass gas right next to me and isn’t perfect, but who is?

What she is, is loyal. She knows when I’m down and when I need a hug. She knows when I want company. She’s been there for me this last couple weeks when I needed her. I’m glad. Without her, I’d be in a world of hurt. She’s my dog. She hangs out with me while I binge watch shows and write.

She’s not perfect, like I said. She’s a champion gas passer. But she’s the best. I’m glad I’ve got her.

I realize this isn’t the longest post and it’s probably a little boring or over the top. Oh well. I needed to get this out. I needed to talk a little about what’s been going on and how I’m dealing. Thanks for reading.

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Life with Dogs with @meganslayer #lifewithdogs #authorlife #dogs

Darlington 2018

I love my dog. I really do. She’s a great dog. Loyal, sweet and my constant shadow. She’s a great dog.

But she’s got this reverse sneeze gagging thing she does that’s…well…gross.

What do I mean? It sounds like she’s about the throw up, but she doesn’t. Just sort of gags and makes gross sounds. Oh and if I’m lucky, she toots, too. Yeah. It’s great. Stinky and noisy at the same time.

So here I am, trying to write a love scene and what’s she doing? You guessed it.

Excuse me while I get the gas mask…

Life with Cats ~ Writing, Working, Supervising ~ with @meganslayer #captainamerica #lifewithcats #cats #jeepauthor #iamwriting

the baby

This installment of life with cats involves me trying to write the other day and me trying to sort out an issue yesterday. Doesn’t seem too exciting, does it? When there are cats involved, it’s never dull.

Two days ago while writing, I’m getting seriously into the story. Like…the climax of everything. I needed to concentrate. No interruptions kind of concentrate. I had X-Men: Days of Future Past playing and I paid James McAvoy no attention. Yeah. I was getting intense.

Then I hear it. Crying. Well, more like crying and begging, but in the form of the cat meowing. Captain America, so named because his white patch on his nose and chin looks like the Avengers A and it seemed like a good name at the time, wanted to play ball. He does fetch like a dog. It’s funny. He finds the paper ball, brings it kind of over and stares at you. When you don’t respond, he cries. It’s like, oh my gosh you’re not paying attention to me…and I want to play. But most of the time when he does this, he’s out of sight. Like…in the other room and I have no idea he’s even in there until he cries. Oh and this boy is a master of stealth, too. One minute he’s one place and the next he’s somewhere else and I have no idea when he went from point A to point B.

So I’m writing and getting into the story and he’s crying. Of course that rips me out of the story. I mean, I thought he’d gotten locked in a room or something. He does helpless well. Because I’m concerned, I put the story down and hunt for him. He’s sitting on the steps with the ball in front of him and looking very annoyed that it took me this long to bother to arrive to pitch the ball for him. Needless to say, once we’d done this two or three times and he’d decided he was bored, I’d lost all concentration on the story. Sometimes I think he knows he does it and it’s a special thrill for him.

Then there was yesterday. We have two cats. I had three, but one passed back before Christmas. Toughest decision of my life. I hate putting animals down. Even if he was failing and fast, it still sucked. Anyway, the black cat, Cap’s adoptive brother is missing a few screws. I really think when he was in the oven, so to speak, Momma left a few pieces out. He’s a neurotic cat.

So I’m dealing with an issue on a program. I’m the publicity chair for the author brunch and I’m in charge of the program. I wanted said program to look neat, professional and clean. I had the whole thing planned out and emailed the entire plan in document form, plus the banners, plus the menu, to the person who puts it all together. There shouldn’t have been an issue. I mean, it’s copy/paste from the one last year AND I had it all spelled out in the document. Should’ve been easy peasy. But this person swears, despite having acknowledged the email with the information all in and attached to it, that he never got the right stuff. Irked the crap out of me. I have proof he did get it.

In the middle of my having a conniption, the black cat, Vader, strolls over to where I’m sitting. He’s neurotic, but he’s also nosy. Oh, and he loves pens. I had a pen in hand, taking notes, when he decided I didn’t need the pen and didn’t need the notes. He sat on the notes and stole the pen. Instead of getting even more irritated, the interruption actually helped. I appreciated his decision as my supervisor, to step in and de-escalate the situation. So anyone who says cats aren’t therapeutic is wrong.

They know when to step in, when to cause chaos and when to be themselves. I might get some writing done today. Might get to concentrate. I’m not counting on it. I know these two. They’re goofballs, but they’re nice goofballs. I can’t imagine life without them.

Life with Dogs ~ @meganslayer #iamwriting #writinglovescenes #concentrating #lifewithdogs

Darlington 2018As I sit here, I’m trying to work on one of my romances. I’ve come to the part where the characters will give into their physical desires and well, you know…inserting tab A into slot A. It’s hot and exciting.

But it’s also not going the way I want. Why? The dog is next to me making her gagging sound – lends to romance so well, right? Licking, snorting and just being a dog. RIGHT NEXT TO ME. It’s distracting.

I can’t write sex when the dog is making strange noises next to me. They’re all normal dog noises. She’s fine. She had her most recent check-up yesterday. There’s a chance the glaucoma that was in her left eye could migrate over to her only remaining eye. It’s good the glaucoma hasn’t migrated, but bad that it could. I’m hopeful for now. She makes a gaggy noise that’s a reverse sneeze and it’s been more frequent of late. You guessed it…she’s been making that noise while I’m trying to write. The reverse sneeze isn’t anything that will hurt her. Sounds horrible. But when she was under anesthesia, the trach tube messed with her trachea. The flap that modulates between the opening to her lungs and her tummy was what got messed up. It takes time to go back to normal after a surgery and that’s what’s causing the gaggy noise.

So she’s fine, but noisy. She wanders a lot, too. I think it’s still her trying to get her bearings now that she’s only got one eye, but when she’s left alone, she sometimes puddles on the floor. She’s 13, so it happens. I try not to leave her alone unsupervised, but it’s hard when the story is working and I really want to be writing.

Don’t take this as me disliking my dog. I love her dearly. She’s my dog. My girl. Don’t take this as complaining, either. It’s not. I know she’s slowing down and getting older. That’s how life works. Nothing lasts forever.

This is my life as a writer with a dog. It’s not glamorous or thrilling all the time. It’s fun, dirty, messy, turbulent, but also fantastic.

Life with Dogs ~ @meganslayer #lifewithdogs #pups #oneeyeddog #jeepauthor

Darlington 2018

I love my dogs. I do. They’re loyal, friendly, sweet…and full of baloney. Not real baloney. But they live to be themselves. Once I think I have them sorted out, they do something I hadn’t expected.

My dog, for example. She’s only got one eye. She lost the other to glaucoma that got out of control. I guess it’s part of her breed. I still think that’s funny because she’s part basset and part beagle. Which part is her breed? Which part is the one to decide what she’ll genetically get?

But she’s only got one eye now. I have to be careful which side of her I stand on and I made sure to touch her back if I’m behind her so she knows I’m there. I still play games with her to make her hunt for me so her hunting skills – which she only uses to hunt me – are still sharp.

This post, though, is how she still amazes me. She’s 13 and down an eye, so that’s pretty amazing, but that’s not what I mean.

I woke up this morning to scratching and grunting. Both dogs are fixed so I knew it wasn’t that. What the heck was she doing? She’s got a dog bed and it’s pretty plush. It’s at the foot of my bed, so I know she has to be in the room. So I continue to hear the scratching, so I get up. I round the bed and there she is…half under the bed and stuck. She’d somehow wedged herself under the bed and was scratching to get out. How’d she get there? I’m not sure, but I’m guessing the big dog mushed the bed down just enough that she probably rolled while she slept. She’s a sound sleeper. She probably woke up thinking, gee, this is tight. I should get out of there. Then started scratching.

Needless to say, I got up earlier than I wanted, but I helped her get unstuck, so it was worth it.

And yes, that’s my pup in the picture this week. 🙂