Monday, June 13, 2011
It's amazing how the creative energies start flowing when you have a space of your very own. I mean, already, the dog has apparently discovered some sort of doggie portal that must lead to a super secret bone heaven with the way he's been digging at the plastic roller pad under my chair. When he's not doing that, he thinks of the many ways he can rest his head on every inch of my desk while leaving trace evidence of his endeavors by way of slimy puddles of drool. After that, he then tries to treat himself with a coaster snack or wad of paper.
For those of you who may have tuned in last week, the
wad of paper can tend to bring on a whole other layer of issues. Ones that lead to the back yard and his backed up back door. Not pretty. So, the kids are giving me some time to savor the new office. The dog, not so much.