Especially if you happen to be the proud owner of an author who likes to work at home.
I’m Boo! They named me that because my ears bounce like the ponytails on a Disney movie character. Whatever. I always know when they’re talking to me anyway.
My momma the author says I help her keep the estrogen levels up around here. She works at home, in front of a variety of things she says I can’t lick that she calls keyboards.
Her fingers move fast and there’s much clicking, but when she pauses, that’s when I come closer for some loves. See, rubbing my soft ears helps her think. It’s great when she decides to work beside me while I nap on the couch.
Lately we’ve had more sun and that’s when mommy takes one of her keyboards outside to click and think while I explore the yard. Or nap on the grass under the warm sunshine. She says these are the best days, before it gets humid – whatever that means.
Owning an author is fun. Mine lounges in her jammies some days while I take the couch. But there are moment’s I will call interesting. Sometimes my author gets distracted and the clicking goes on and on even though it’s snack time or dinner time.
There are days when author ownership is challenging. Especially on the days when the clicking is very slow.
That’s when my author does other stuff instead of petting me. She mutters about tidiness and zoo habitats while she dusts or mops or cooks. I don’t mind the dusting or mop thing, and the cooking is bonus!
But I don’t like the noisy vacuum thing. Isn’t there some other way to suck up the stuff she doesn’t want on the floor? I try to help my snuffling up crumbs, but while dust bunnies are fun to blow on, I leave the hair balls for the cats.
As Mom says: Live the adventure!
