As I type this, I can see my own furry friend resting his head on my couch. He’s an American Eskimo, and he thinks that every thing was placed on this planet to play with him. He’s spoiled rotten, as all animals should be. Whenever I think about what is pure joy… happiness is fingering a puppy ears and feeling their softness.

I write this because, I have been experiencing the dreaded words that any author hates to hear– writer’s block. I wrote five novels, AI free, thank you very much, in less than five years. The story that I want to write–that I want to share– doesn’t want to be written. Typically, my characters take over and tell me what is happening in their lives. So, I’m forcing myself to write something every day. Today, I wanted to write about my beautiful puppy, but couldn’t come up with more than four sentences.

So, for all our furry friends, whether they are small, medium, or large. This next sentiment is for you. Thank you for loving us and being a part of our lives.