Every blog must have its mascot, and mine is no exception. She is my muse, Miss Sweetie Pie. It is a terrible responsibility, but one she bears well, even though now, at the venerable age of twelve, she must bear it alone (her live-in lover, Hershey the chocolate wonder Lab, shuffled off to the happy hunting grounds this past January).
At least until we get a new puppy.
While it's true I have an office -- quite a lovely one -- in fact I almost never work there. You see, Sweetie is far more comfortable up on our king-sized bed, either curled upon Ser Giorgio's pillow (which he kindly presents to her every morning when he leaves for work) or upon my feet. I am therefore obliged to work on said bed, with a laptop in my lap and a dog's chin resting upon my instep.
Writer's block? Let Miss Sweetie settle her sleepy head upon your ankles and commence to snore. I guarantee you'll remain at your post until the day's work is done.






Comments (2)
My condolences on Hershey, Jeanne. When we lost Miss Kitty (over 2 years ago now) it was difficult, but having her offspring around helped.
Isn't it strange that as I read this blog, the t-shirt I was wearing said HERSHEY'S on it?
Posted by John Allen | July 1, 2007 11:16 AM
Posted on July 1, 2007 11:16
So you have Miss Kitty's offspring still? I hope s/he's named Festus. Or Marshall Dillon.
Ooh, the t-shirt. Hershey speaks (good boy!) from the beyond.
Actually, I went to look at a new puppy today. A black, beautiful, brilliant male, and totally mellow (just like you, except for the color). I am so tempted...
Posted by Jeanne Kalogridis | July 1, 2007 5:07 PM
Posted on July 1, 2007 17:07