Jack of Harts

The year 2018 has been an interesting one. It’s been mostly good for me, personally. I can say that I’m in a better position now than I was at the beginning of the year. I honestly had trouble writing last year, which is one reason my productivity in that department was low. I can’t tell how many times I sat down to write something and just sat there, looking at the screen, with nothing coming. I finally managed to stubborn my way through it by just forcing myself to write something. I had more rewrites and changes than I think I’ve ever really done before, and it took a long time to find a story that I loved. But I got there, and now the muse is flowing again with more ideas than I’ve had in a while. I just need to track down the ones I intend to actually follow. I feel good, I feel balanced, and I feel ready to welcome the New Year with new stories and new ideas.

I felt like watching an old comfortable movie today so put in Peter Jackson’s Hobbit. It’s an old friend that I love, but I’ve never watched it with a Terrier before. So here we were, minding our own business, when the Wargs came onto the scene. They were chasing the Dwarves who injured one and it yelped in pain. At which time, the Terrier woke up out of a deep sleep and came snarling out to bark at the screen. And she spent the rest of the time watching and listening to the movie, snarling and barking every time the Wargs showed up after that. Until the end of the movie when she went back to licking and smiling like a happy lap dog. She really has a bit of the wolf still in her.

Some of you have been blessed to know Terriers. Some have not. To put it simply, they are hunting dogs. They are smart, they are determined, and they are amazingly tenacious. For example, if you take one from their home without their consent, they can be most vocal in their disagreement with your actions. They might even throw themselves against the walls of their crate in an attempt to make you lose your balance. Determined? Very much so.