Life with me has sent my yorkie on a downward spiral hellbent on taking me out at all costs. When she's not obsessing over her crack* She's planting micro-mini tennis balls, ropes, or herself, on the stairs . . . in front of my bed, just under my feet in general.

I've yet to drop my Macbook or iPad, but shame on the countless glasses of wine, Kraken spiced rum, and the sprained wrists I've suffered trying not to fall and kill my dog or lose my work in the process. I do all my own stunts by the way.
Oh I write too...

*busy bone