I wish I had a dog. I like cats too, but just not as much as dogs. I've experienced both, and for my money, it's an awesome feeling when you are sitting on a couch editing your novel and a 2 month old puppy walks over and snuggles in next to you and falls asleep. It's just comforting, not to mention she makes the scene.
I wish I had a picture of it, but the best I can do is a word picture.
I am sitting in a coffee shop with my mug of coffee steaming on the table to my right, a slight drizzle is falling outside and the 25 pages I am currently editing is lying in my lap. The pen is behind my ear as I am slightly bent over the partial manuscript while a light brown puppy the size of a shoebox with light blue eyes the color of the Autumn sky lies curled up flush with my left hip. My left hand scratching behind his ear as my right turns the pages and brings the coffee cup to my lips every once in a while.
These are the exact times that I wish I had a dog of my own. No wonder the puppy's name is Sunshine.
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