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Written by Brendan O’Meara
We all have editors and some of those editors are dogs. Sure, Jack, my uber-fixated, medicated, mentally troubled Jack Russel mix doesn’t actually read anything, but his ever-looming presence makes him just about as irritating as some editors I’ve had. Exhibit A:
Which is all well and good, but those eyes weigh on you. Soon, even when he’s fallen asleep, I still see him. There. Staring. Judging.
Most dogs sleep their days away. This is the case with my lab mix, Smarty. He’s downstairs right now. Sleeping. Couldn’t be bothered with whatever-it-is-I-do. Which, right now, is a useless recounting of a dog getting in my cage. Naturally, under the stress of such boring eyes, it becomes more intense. Like, “You best get your shit DONE! or I’m telling steady-paycheck-Mom.”
Fine! Fine! I’ll stop blogging and work on, shit, what am I working on? A new book? A magazine piece? Both. Jack, no! Not the throat!
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