Don’t judge. She’s actually my content editor. She’s the first line of defense when it comes to what actually makes it onto paper and what gets scratched, so you can blame her for a lot of things.
She’s a very generous editor, too. She has a non-verbal way of communicating her approval of various writings with me—mostly with a violent thrumming of her thick tail onto whatever surface is nearby. (That could also be due to the fact that she gets lots of treats, but I’m going to take it as a sign that she enjoys whatever I’m reading aloud to her at the moment.)
You see, I find if I read things aloud, I can really weed out the ridiculous from the not-so-ridiculous, especially with dialogue. For example, if I were to read out aloud, “Daughter, would you be so kind as to turn down your radio?” I would know immediately how ridiculous it sounds. I would be much more likely to say something like, “Dammit, how many times do I have to tell you to turn down that damned noise? I can’t even think up here!” Or something like that, but that makes me sound really old, so I would totally rephrase.
Anyway, you get the point. So I read to my dog. A lot. And she doesn’t even look at me like I’m crazy. Because I’m totally not. Crazy, I mean. And besides, she knows that if she accused me of being crazy simply for reading to her, I would probably stop giving her treats all day long, so she’d be much better off just shutting up and sitting there on her comfy chair and taking the torture. It’s a rough life, but someone’s got to do it.
Currently, she’s listening to revisions of Jilly McPeak, Science Freak, and she knows more about science than any dog I know.
Also, if anyone knows how to get a dog to stop licking my fingers while I type, I would appreciate your suggestions.
Content editor, finger licker, and tail thumper…a.k.a. Savannah