Max was throwing up all late afternoon, then got me up at midnight
and didn’t make it outside for some of his other hurried business. But
despite all the drama and cleanups, I managed to write 7,000 words. Then
they wanted back out at 5 and so I stuck them in their crate for
another hour of sleep afterward. But of course I didn’t sleep.
I was thinking of my next scene in the book. I left it at a cliff
hanger. Heroine is in wolf form, lunges at hero. Normally, this means
play time. In A Howl for a Highland Wolf, the heroine tackles the hero
because he was late for a date and broke into her house, for good
reason. But still, she was the perfect little guard wolf. In others,
purely wolf play time. But in this one, she’s totally pissed off.
So that makes for a really fun, different scenario. :)
She’s brand newly turned. And what does that mean? A puppy that doesn’t
know its own bite power, only she’s armed with adult WOLF teeth, which
can crush bones. And he’s in his human form, so stopping an angry wolf
makes it a tad difficult. I so love conflict. In my stories. Not in real
life. I much prefer no drama. Like yesterday with a sick puppy.
You’d think that if a dog got sick on something, it would teach it
not to eat it again. At least one of my dogs that I took in was not that
smart. Every time she could get hold of any chocolate, no matter how
much I safeguarded it from her, she devoured it and would be just as
sick as Max. Didn’t matter. Next time, she’d do it again. I wish I knew
what he got hold of. I have them both on leashes when we go out, but
he’s tugging one way and Tanner’s tugging the other, so I have a time
watching both sometimes.
Okay, so though I wrote a great number of words yesterday, I didn’t
write enough. I needed 11,000 to catch up. That means 6500 today, at
least trying, then I’m back on track tomorrow.
Max has been so good to allow me to rubber band his hair. I still
need little ones. This was a big one and I had to wind it around his
hair a number of times to get it to be tight enough. He was sooo patient
with me.
Then? You see the little devil dog, Tanner, an angel in disguise
behind him, chewing happily away at a piece of rawhide? Well, later,
they were playing and Tanner pulled out Max’s rubber band and bit it in
two before I got it away from him and threw it out. *sigh*
For those of us who love to read romantic stories, I thought this was so cute.
This dude sat down next to me on train. He’s so romance novel
handsome I’m going to assume he’s a rancher navy seal billionaire
werewolf.
All I’ve got to say is I hope she caught her man!
Okay, puppies sleeping for the moment, so off to finish writing the
scene with the lunging wolf. Yep, there she is, mid-air and what’s going
to happen next. That’s a real cliff hanger. Oh, and my editor always
wants the first kiss by page 60. So I try to have it before because with
edits, my pages grow and then I’m past page 60. Dumb, I know. The kiss
should happen when the kiss is supposed to happen, not on some arbitrary
page number. But still, I was worried about it when I was thinking of
the lunging scene. Have I missed the obligatory kiss by page 60????
Yes, see the dilemmas I have when I have a moment to contemplate the novel?
And OMG, yes, I missed it by 5 pages. I was thinking in the lunge he
was going to have to kiss her. Wonder how I was going to do that. But
now, can’t do it. It’s got to be at least 5 pages before that. Bummer.
Have a super great wonderful…Saturday? Whoops, need to write another blog. Have fun!
Terry
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Showing posts with label puppy training. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Being Smarter than the Dog
I can write full-length novels, and do any number of things well. But now is the time to be smarter than the dog.
Every day is an adventure. I’ve discovered this Havanese is a chow hound. Maybe because he had others to compete with back home, so he wolfs down his food and then wants to get up on the printer cabinet where I’ve measured out the rest of his food for the day so I don’t overfeed him.
He’s a jumper, so trying to jump on top of the printer stand, but he can’t make it. Thankfully.
So then his next goal–you see, just like in books, characters have to have all-important goals–so does Max. His next goal is to get the trash out of the wastepaper basket next to my desk. It’s mostly paper trash, though I throw my used up green tea bags in there too. It’s empty as it’s trash day, but I always line it with a recycled plastic bag. So he keeps getting into the wooden receptacle and I put a towel over it. Yesterday, I just put the trash can up above on the printer cabinet, but then I can’t reach it.
Sooo, have to have another solution. He tried to pull off the towel, tried to go underneath the towel, finally climbed on top of the towel. With a new mission in mind. He could use this as stepping stool to reach his food on the printer cabinet.
But the towel sank under his weight.
He’s not going for playing with his ball or chewsticks or rope pull. He wants something different. So we went to down training and he’s doing well. He still doesn’t go down on command, but he’s no longer trying to grab the treat out of my hand. Maybe because I’ve switched the treat to the other hand and he just has to follow my empty hand to the floor.
I will say that we had no accidents in his bed the last two nights and I was working on a final Christmas bear order, I know I keep saying that, but I keep getting last minute bear orders, and I worked so late, he went into his cage to sleep. Woohoo! No fussing, just is totally acclimated to it.
When I bring the other puppy home, it’s going to be a new day dawning.
I did get my word goal down for yesterday, and about 500 extra words, but still about 2500 behind. Which is a lot less than I was behind. I spent a lot of time getting packages ready to ship.
Are you ready for Christmas? I need to pick up some candy, but otherwise, I’m done. Well, except for finishing the last bear order and then I’ll ship it tomorrow.
It’s an Amethyst Bear like this one.
Off to work on the story before I run errands. Max finally pooped out. :) I think he was waiting for his training.
We had another fun foggy day.
Have a great Wednesday!
Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
www.terryspear.com
Connect with Terry Spear:
Website:
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Every day is an adventure. I’ve discovered this Havanese is a chow hound. Maybe because he had others to compete with back home, so he wolfs down his food and then wants to get up on the printer cabinet where I’ve measured out the rest of his food for the day so I don’t overfeed him.
He’s a jumper, so trying to jump on top of the printer stand, but he can’t make it. Thankfully.
So then his next goal–you see, just like in books, characters have to have all-important goals–so does Max. His next goal is to get the trash out of the wastepaper basket next to my desk. It’s mostly paper trash, though I throw my used up green tea bags in there too. It’s empty as it’s trash day, but I always line it with a recycled plastic bag. So he keeps getting into the wooden receptacle and I put a towel over it. Yesterday, I just put the trash can up above on the printer cabinet, but then I can’t reach it.
Sooo, have to have another solution. He tried to pull off the towel, tried to go underneath the towel, finally climbed on top of the towel. With a new mission in mind. He could use this as stepping stool to reach his food on the printer cabinet.
But the towel sank under his weight.
He’s not going for playing with his ball or chewsticks or rope pull. He wants something different. So we went to down training and he’s doing well. He still doesn’t go down on command, but he’s no longer trying to grab the treat out of my hand. Maybe because I’ve switched the treat to the other hand and he just has to follow my empty hand to the floor.
I will say that we had no accidents in his bed the last two nights and I was working on a final Christmas bear order, I know I keep saying that, but I keep getting last minute bear orders, and I worked so late, he went into his cage to sleep. Woohoo! No fussing, just is totally acclimated to it.
When I bring the other puppy home, it’s going to be a new day dawning.
I did get my word goal down for yesterday, and about 500 extra words, but still about 2500 behind. Which is a lot less than I was behind. I spent a lot of time getting packages ready to ship.
Are you ready for Christmas? I need to pick up some candy, but otherwise, I’m done. Well, except for finishing the last bear order and then I’ll ship it tomorrow.
It’s an Amethyst Bear like this one.
Off to work on the story before I run errands. Max finally pooped out. :) I think he was waiting for his training.
We had another fun foggy day.
Have a great Wednesday!
Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
www.terryspear.com
Connect with Terry Spear:
Website:
www.terryspear.com
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/421434.Terry_Spear
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/TerrySpearParanormalRomantics
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/TerrySpear
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