My dog is in my lap.
He weighs 55 lbs. Most of it up front in his chest and shoulders. And he’s convinced he’s at least half a lap dog. The front half. I spend a lot of time writing around him. It’s not so bad until he experiences … shall we say, gastric upset. It’s been a bad tummy day for him and as a result, I’ve been forced to leave the office periodically to save myself from potentially lethal inhalation of noxious gasses.
Dat’s mama’s stinky widdle pweshus!
River Bear is still going! I’m a little surprised, to be honest. My tone/voice is leveling out and it’s settling into what I wanted.
Samhain announced a call for submissions for a contemporary paranormal anthology of humorous stories. Right up my alley! The deadline is May 31. Details are here. So I’ll be throwing my hat into the ring with this one. Not yet, though. Nothing like a deadline, right?
And, umm, anybody got a story idea to throw my way?
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TICKLE MY FANTASY
Out Now! from Samhain Publishing
CAROLINA WOLF
from Samhain Publishing
Hey, good to see you–literally coming up for air! *snickering*
*ahem*
If you are not allergic or have asthma issues, burning some incense in the office will help dissipate the *ahem* perfume faster.
Yeah, that’s experience talking–a German Shepherd mix and a yellow Lab who spend a considerable chunk of the day around my feet under the table.
(sadly, I don’t have any ideas)
(Yes, that means my head is empty, why did you ask? :p )
Striking matches also helps, especially the wooden ones (can you tell I’ve been there?).
And yes, we used to have a 120-pound Shepherd who spent his whole life convinced he was still a wee puppy that could fit into everyone’s lap.
Gotta love ‘em.
I’m just glad to know I’m not alone. It’s not so bad when dh is working at home. Then Ollie splits his time between us and I get a break. But when it’s just me and him? Whew!
I’ll have to remember to get a smelly candle for in here. Or at least some matches. Is it weird to like the smell of matches?
*coughpyro!cough*
Raine! Great to see you here! Why do big dogs think they’re those little teacup poodles?
Ah well, azteclady. I guess I’ll have to come up with my own idea. Darn it!
Yeah, make fun of us, creatively handicapped sods! *shaking fist at creative types*
I’ll see what I can come up with for you.
Why do big dogs think they’re those little teacup poodles?
I have no idea!
On the other hand, I had a tiny little terrier/type–smartest thing on four legs–who imagined he was some huge, kick-ass thing. A couple of times he chased Dobermans out of the yard, lol.
Pyro (snicker!).
LOL @ your dog. Awww… he just wanted to cuddle with you.
As for the story for Samhain, how about a woman who can see “dead people” and gets in all sort of troubles because one of her sidekicks is a meddling ghost who wants to see her married and with lots of children.
Now see, Tempest. That’s just eeeebil. How am I supposed to work on River Bear with that rolling around in my head now?
LOL on your dog…
Good luck on Samhain!
Cole
Sounds exciting…except for the dog and his stomach issues.
Sorry I don’t have any great ideas for you on the story but I’m sure you’ll do just fine.