My writing time is sacred.
That being said, I'm the only person in my family who believes this is true. The biggest culprits?
Don't let his cute, tongue-out-doggy face fool you. While he sits amongst the travel pillows, he's plotting ways to get me to let him in and out (and he puts these actions on repeat)--then reward him with snackage.
In this pic, she's just eaten a treat. She would like more, thank you very much, and will hover around you and whine when she doesn't get her way.
Don't get me wrong, I love my pups with a fierce devotion. But they are deadline killers.
I'm heading back into my writing. I've just taken both of them outside to do their business and rewarded them with treats for a job well done.
I should be good to go for a couple of hours.
Should is a relative word...