Boomer is this author’s most trusted writing assistant. When I write, he sleeps underneath my desk in tummy-rub heaven, thanks to my foot. Sometimes my foot changes rhythms according what I’m writing. When I’m creating a scene full of suspense and action, my foot resembles a windshield wiper on steroids. Boomer pays it no mind, however. He keeps chillaxing and I keep writing, the golden mutt serving as a foot peddle for the mad creator’s dream machine.
Note 2 Self: Be sure to include a link so folks can read previous installments of When In Doubt, Pet the Dog, my periodic blog memoir or journal thingy at Randy Boyd’s Blocks.