Dog Days

           Meet my newest beagle. He's a rescue, about six years old, and has seizures. He's on medication to control them. We don't know anything about his past life, but we love him to the moon and back. He seems happy with us, and expresses his gratitude loudly to all the neighbors. We named him Marvin.

Whenever I'm at the table with my laptop, trying to write a few chapters, Marvin and our other beagle, Mollie think it's time to play, or be let outside every ten minutes to pee, or be given a treat. I feel like I'm running a doggie daycare. As I sit here and eat popcorn, they're under the table staring up at me with their big, brown eyes and drooling. They know I'll eventually cave and hand them each a piece. It's hard to say no to a beagle.

Work in progress

                    I took the beagles for a long walk this morning, hoping to tire them out so I could have some quiet time to myself and get some writing done without interruptions. Ha-ha, fat chance!