I know so many authors who have pets who lounge on their desk or curl at their feet while they are working. My two were Harold (a huge, fluffy part border collie (who looked as if he were part Newfoundland) and Elmo, a mostly-border collie we adopted from a humane shelter. Harold passed on last fall and things just weren't the same with just one dog in the house.
I have longed to have another golden retriever since our last one died in 1993, but somehow we ended up with other breeds after that, and I wondered if it
Sage was way too powerful, rambunctious and undisciplined for his previous family, and I can sure see why--our first few days were awful. He's 65# of pure muscle, jumped on us endlessly, dragged me all over when on the leash, ceaselessly wanted to gnaw and mouth our legs and arms, never stopped moving. He's still not perfect, but has calmed down so much, and I love him to pieces!
Here he is in my office, where he (and Elmo) are now my writing buddies. And something else--Sage happened to be registered. That didn't matter to me when I met him, but because he is, we were able to enroll him in a lifelong golden retriever study being done by the Morris Foundation, which is studying the sadly high prevalence of cancer in this beautiful breed. Over half of all goldens over the age of two die of cancer. So for the rest of his life, he will have a complete annual physical with bloodwork, and all of those results will be submitted to the study along with hair and even toenail clippings. And, they not only have his bloodlines recorded, but will be following detailed data that I provide on a wide range of environmental, behavior and dietary factors over the years, too. I hope the study reaches its goal of 3,000 dogs, and the result will eventually lead to better and longer lives for this wonderful breed.
So...do you have a furry or feathered buddy with whom you share your days? I would love to hear about it!