No, really. I am convinced he is.
Not only does he excel at using my dining room table as both dog bed and lookout tower, somehow, he knows the EXACT second I open a writing program.
Whether Scrivener or Word, he just knows.
I can waste countless hours on social media, watching funny videos on YouTube, or my favorite- online jigsaw puzzles. While I mindlessly avoid writing or am simply working out a scene in my head (believe it or not, the puzzles help this process most of the time), he will be on the couch or occasionally one of the many, neglected dog beds scattered around the house.
Take this morning. I drank my coffee and took advantage of my morning social media allotment. All was quiet. I got up and assured myself that said pup was safely occupied. (See Photo Exhibit One below)
Creeping back to my writing dungeon. I flexed my fingers, ready to dive into my NaNoWriMo project. (For curious minds, it’s National Novel Writing Month, click here to learn about it)
No sooner had I opened Scrivener, than I heard the thump.
Three words. I managed a whole three words before my right arm was jolted from the keyboard. Typing while being head butted should be a sport
Ignore him you say? He then tries to climb into my lap. 60 pounds does not a lap dog make. He works his front paws up to my shoulders, pushing my desk chair like a runaway shopping cart into the wall. Almost as fun as the time I indulged him in a game of tug, and he dragged me and my chair through the house.
Tell him to go lie down? I do. And he complies as soon as I get up from my chair. There is nothing quite as stubborn as a hound dog. They are the ultimate passiveaggressiveIdon’thearyouOh!Youmeanme? creatures.
If I grab my phone and follow him- and yes, he turns around to make sure I’m tagging along like a good human-he happily curls up on the couch.
Okay, I admit I *might* be a bit of an enabler. And he *might* feed my inner procrastinator.
He knows what he wants and how to get it, skills he picked up from my Pomeranian like a four-legged Luke Skywalker at the feet of Yoda. Master the Jedi mind trick you will, my young Padawan.
None of that explains his uncanny sense of timing
Though, while I write this spoiled dog centered post, he is happily lounging. On the dining room table.
Nancie Abuhaidar 