The other day we were talking about Angus and how he'd be a good baseball player. The next thing I know, Sheryl is writing a short story about Angus playing semi-pro baseball, and being scouted by a New York team in the Doggie Baseball League. So Angus decides to leave his mom and little town to pursue the dream of playing big league doggie ball.
The story is very entertaining. Sheryl is mortified I am writing about this - "Now people will expect me to finish it," she says.
Not really. It's just for fun.
|Just a boy and his ball.|
Angus could have all kinds of adventures. He could jump out of an airplane, go to the moon, start his own business, become a canine police officer, save the world from Donald Trump. The possibilities are endless and Sheryl is quite excited.
"You shouldn't blog about this yet. Shouldn't we shop it to publishers first?," she says.
Angus takes it all in stride and demands to play ball, and chase Fast Eddie around the store for good measure. We've impressed upon him that he and Tucker have to properly train Genie. Wait a second .... that could be another great story.
So. This blog has gone to the dogs, as it has many times before. And Sheryl is writing funny stories just by looking at Angus and his one droopy ear.
Woof. It's a dog's world. We just live in it, and write about it.