I know that I should blog to increase sales. I have heard it and heard it. I know it, but I haven’t been able to do it. Hmmmm what’s going on? I don’t consider myself a bad writer. In a way, I make my living writing in my “real” job, the job that pays the bills. So I had to ask myself why it has been so hard for me to write a blog about my new invention. It really didn’t take a great deal of time before the light bulb went on. You see, I invented a dog leash, and I don’t even have a dog. When I am out selling these things, people look up at me beaming when they ask me about the kinds of dogs I have. They are happily waiting to hear all about my furry, little, four-legged friends and how much I love them. They are a little perplexed when I tell them I don’t have any. I’m not against them or anything. It’s simply that I don’t have one right at the moment.
I had a couple of dachshunds that died just shortly before I decided to embark (pun intended) on this new venture. Truth be told, I actually inherited the first one and was forced to get a second as a companion for the first. I am smiling to myself as I think of the day I picked out the long-haired, brindled dachshund puppy with a terrible underbite. When I flipped him over he looked just like a rat. I named him Ollie.
With the addition of Ollie, I had two and, thank goodness, because the first one, Dave, was extremely neurotic. He was especially afraid of storms, which resulted in feats of great destruction whenever there was a bad one while he was alone and I was out earning the dough to bring home his bacon. Ollie did the trick. A companion was enough, not to stop the overwhelming anxiety a storm would bring on, but to stop the devastating destruction. With the addition of Ollie we all lived hap . . . . ok, well really, we got on the best we could — Ollie forever living in the shadow of his older brother, the most neurotic, strong-willed beast that ever inhabited this planet.
Thusly described, you would think the day of Dave’s passing would be a day of great rejoicing. For all the pain and angst that little beast caused me, my husband and I sobbed our hearts our as Dave lay dying in my arms. My life with and without dogs, to be continued . . . .