Last week I talked about my daily routine, in which my dog Lily figures rather prominently. I know writers are traditionally supposed to be cat people, but I’ve never lived with cats because when we were young my brother was horribly allergic to them. I never really learned to speak “cat.” We did, however, have a hypo-allergenic poodle, and I learned “dog.” (I had a horse before I had a dog — writers are also horse people, and bird people, and fish people, etc.)
Here is Lily: she’s a miniature American Eskimo dog, and a rescue dog with a sad story (abandoned twice before coming home with me). Sometimes when I’m really stuck on a plot point or revision, we’ll go for a walk and I’ll turn the problem over, and I’ll usually have a solution by the time we get back home. I tried to see if I could deduct her as a business expense for helping me with my writing, but no dice there.
