I know, buddy, at times I do not want to do it either.
I have a writing table pal. He does not say much, but he teaches me plenty.
He is consistent, dedicated and even-keeled.
His moods do not change by the barometer.
All of these things he shares with me, plus he gives me the oomph to take a walk when words are hiding under my keyboard.
We stroll, and we talk, as we take in the outdoors – sky, trees, birds, cactus, flowers. We renew our thoughts with fresh air, and absorb vitamin D through our skin.
Afterwards, he takes his place at my side, reminding me that I, too, must maintain stick-to-it-ness.
That was a dog word, you won’t find it in the dictionary.
You know who to thank.
(Re: The photo. He’s sitting under my desk with a look of disdain, “Are you serious? You want to do my bulldog maintenance now rather than take a nap? Oh man…”)
2 thoughts on “Writing Lessons from a Dog”
Love! Yes, our lessons so often come from the simplest sources. Reminders to keep it simple and don’t sweat the small stuff. This is good on so many levels.
We could be called dreamers, but it is part of a recipe for a happy life.