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Weekend With Rocket

Those of you that have followed my blog for any length of time, more than likely have seen a post about Rocket, pictured above.  Rocket is now 7 years old.  After Many exhausting hours of training, I am now trained to His Majesty’s preferences.

Rocket does not care what day of the week it is.  I have pretty much given up on the idea of ever sleeping late again.  And sleeping through the night?  Nope.  I couldn’t tell you the last time that happened!

But despite it all, I wouldn’t trade Rocket for anything.  Could YOU say No to this face?

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Batteries Not Included

My best friend Rocket, pictured above, is a little bitty guy.  That’s a purse he’s sitting in in the photo.  This will give you an idea as to how tiny he really is.  I hear comments from people about about his size all the time.

I heard something today from someone that I’ve never heard before.

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Posted in Life, Uncategorized, Writing

Productivity

I slept till almost 7am.  That’s sleeping late with my little dog.  I’m anxious to get up and start my day.  I’m going spend my day at the keyboard and be Productive.  This is what I’ve promised myself.  I’m excited to get started!

I get up and make a cup of coffee with my favorite creamer poured heavily.  Because, why not?  I linger over my coffee and watch a bit of the morning news.

I look at my phone and check my emails.

I had better take Rocket for a walk because it’s been so horribly hot here lately.  If I wait much longer, it will be too hot to walk him.

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Muse, Friend, Companion and Spoiled Baby

I’ve written about my little dog, Rocket, several times here.  He is pretty much my constant companion and a never ending source of inspiration.

I decided I needed a proper work area for my writing.  Figuring that I would be more productive.  So I came up with this:

It’s working out pretty well.  It gets me away from the TV and it’s much better on my back than sitting hunched over the keyboard in my lap, or sitting up in bed.  Although I am still looking for a better chair.

Usually, while I’m writing, Rocket is right there beside me, snuggled up against my side.  He asks only for the occasional scratch or a tummy rub and a few words of adoration.  That’s very little in payment, considering the muse that he has become.

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