My translator and I have been discussing my love for the weekend. And my excitement at Christmastime.
He says I am a lazy dog and that weekends are no different to me than any other day. Now, how would HE know? He’s a human. Obviously limited, but I make allowances, though I must say that what humans don’t know about dogs would fill a lot of books.
Here’s the thing. I do my serious brain-work during the week. I have working hours like any writer would, even though I have to constantly interrupt my thinking to deal with squirrel emergencies or recurring cat intrusions. When THAT happens, and a dastardly cat enters the yard, it ruins my concentration for the rest of the day.
I already have two books, and any day now my translator MAY finish my inspiring Christmas stories. Such intense acts of creation are not easy, I’ll tell you. Especially when you have to stop thinking and chase a cat.
But on weekends, I just kick back with all four feet, do a little extra sleeping, get a few extra rubs behind the ears, and usually manage to grab a bit of extra food. It’s been a long time since I did a full snatch-and-run, but I’m always on the lookout for a chance. So weekends are extra special to me.
As you may, or may not, know, brain-work is the hardest. Composing my stories and blasting them into my translator’s meager brain is NOT easy. Of course, he pretends that sitting at the computer is draining, but, really, how hard can it be to wiggle your fingers on a keyboard? In this relationship, I do the heavy lifting.
So if you see me taking it easy on the weekend, now you know why.
And the dogs that live with you may be on the same schedule. You might want to check. And give them an extra rub.
Or maybe even a small steak. Tell them I sent it!