When social distancing began, the mask was a nuisance. After getting settled in the car with the seat belt fastened, I inevitably needed to return to the house to retrieve Thelma. (Yes, I named my mask.)
My dog is spoiled rotten. She only lays on her right side, expects me to stretch out on the floor of my closet to rub her tummy every morning, and requires me to hold her bone each evening while watching TV.
Looking at a blank page is terrifying. Writing the first line is paralyzing. Rereading a paragraph sparks doubt, anxiety and stifles the flow of new ideas. Editing during the creative process is a writer’s greatest handicap, at least mine. My best stories are written in my mind when I sleep or when I am lathering my hair in the shower. When I force myself to pull the blanket tighter around my body or increase the water temperature and remain in a calming environment, ideas flourish producing story lines that Hemingway would envy.
All parents should take a class in Love and Logic. It provides basic, easily implemented skills to stop a child dead in their tracks, especially teens. My husband and I are both educators; we enrolled and attended a week-long training and walked away with the necessary skills we needed to torment any teen. As we practiced them with our daughter at home, we knew they were working when she raised her voice to rant, “I hate it when you take those classes!” and proceeded to stomp out of the room.
Dog training manuals provide the instructions for successful relationships. The authors’ intended audience may have been dog owners but the steps are effective in both situations.