9/3/21

Good morning!

I have many tasks I’d like to accomplish today, and I stand here in my analysis paralysis, unsure where to start.

The dogs go to war 3 inches from my elbow while I type, a furry ballet of growls and snaps.

They are roughly 10 and 6 months, and the younger one has finally gained enough mass to exist competitively.

My mouse cursor twitches and jumps across the screen, and I look down.

Twyla has her toy on the desk and is pushing it towards me with her nose, pushing my mouse in the process.

I ignore her and continue typing. The toy flops across my right hand, wet with dog drool. I keep typing.

The toy slowly creeps up over the back of my hand, she pushes and pushes, waiting for me to acknowledge her.

Eventually, she gives up and lays down next to me to chew on it.

Betty comes up and pokes my elbow with her nose, staring at me.

I ignore her and continue typing.

She drops into a sit and continues staring. This is her ‘Please Pet Me’ maneuver. It usually works.

I ignore her and continue typing.

I can’t take it anymore and have to play with her before she eats her toy.