Working Mother?

I knew puppies were a lot of work, I just never imagined one would impact my writing time so much. Between feedings, walkings, play time, and naps, my 17 pound baby Boone is giving me a clear picture of what it might be like to be a working mother -- only with chewies instead of Cheerios.

Yesterday was a miracle. I actually got nine pages written -- a new opening for my YA -- which was good page production. Made myself a sign that says, "What's at Stake?" the thought for the week.

Meanwhile, Boone managed to dump his shepherd sister's water bowl over and carry it over to her bed (nice surprise come her nap time), wrestled with the garden hose, lost his favorite purple football which made for a tantrum, and chewed another hole in the cheap kitchen flooring. A big day for him.

My DH was home to help take care of Boone yesterday, so today should be interesting as the pup and I try to coexist. If he'll let me write, maybe I'll throw in an extra chewie or two.