I had just about given up on harnessing anything creative today when my dog sat on the floor next to me and rested her face on the window sill. Almost motionless, she stared intently as a chipmunk ran back and forth across the lawn, each time carrying another acorn to its hiding spot. Callaway didn’t utter even the slightest whine as she watched the little furry creature passing by about 50 times.
Every so often the chippie would pause for a rest, choosing to stop about 10 feet from my living room window. This intrigued Callaway even more. Pushing her nose up to the screen, she took deep breaths with the hope of getting just a tiny hint of Eau de Chippie.
I knew the writer in me had begun to take over for the pet owner when I realized her behavior reminded me of Hannibal Lecter displaying his highly acute sense of smell to Agent Starling from behind his glass partition. There’s hope yet for finishing my novel….I just need to pay more attention to my dog!