Struggling to Live a Creative Life in a Stressful World
The single most common search phrase that brings people here is—believe it or not—”shar pei puppies.” So I’m re-posting the photo that appears elsewhere on this blog and clearly brings in some non-writer traffic.
While we’re looking at the adorable little guys, why not use the photo as a writing prompt? I’d love to read any creative bursts inspired by the puppy pile.
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When I was a kid we used to call them fried chicken dogs because of the wrinkly brown skin.
Not me Sandy. I want to pick them all up and wake them all up. I do feel sorry for the one at the bottom of the pile. He is going to need a bit more straightening out. Ah puppies! one word that always makes me smile.
Hilarious, Kablooey! Kids are naturals at metaphors, aren’t they?
Heather, your mention of “straightening out” the bottom puppy gave me a mental image of ironing out the wrinkles!
–Sandy
Why do I keep thinking of botox? ;->
Ha! You always make me laugh, Rochelle!
–Sandy
Thanks for visiting ‘Doing Work You Love’. I’m loving hanging out in Strangling My Muse-land. I look forward to receiving your posts on a regular basis! (Thanks Susan at Two Kinds of People!)
Those puppies are darling and elegant at the same time. They do my heart good.
- Carolyn Brandt Broughton
Thanks for stopping by, Carolyn, and I’m glad you’re enjoying what you find here! I also find those puppies very heartwarming!
–Sandy
A Shar Pei Morning
“Good lord, look at these wrinkles,” she said to the mirror, alternately squinting at her reflection and opening her eyes as wide as she could. “I look like a freaking shar pei.”
“Those puppies tend to lose their wrinkles as the age,” Dan called from the bedroom. “That must mean you’re getting younger.”
“Why do you know that?” she said, still mugging the mirror. His never ending supply of trivia could be really annoying this early in the morning.
“Happy birthday,” he said, peeking around the corner.
“Don’t rush it,” she said, gently pushing his forehead back out of the bathroom before shutting and locking the door. “I still have 17 more hours until my day of doom.”
“Oh, that’s right, you’ll be 40 tomorrow,” he said in mock surprise. “Honey, you are getting old. I’m still only in my thirties and you’ll be 41 next year.”
“Seven months,” she said. “I’m seven lousy months older than you and you make it sound like we’re decades apart. One should never marry a younger man … or be born in December.”
“I love my July birthday,” he said. “Barbecues, beer and brats. I can’t wait.”
“Easy for you to say. You have seven months and 18 days until you hit the big 4-0.”
“I’m not worried. Women love middle-aged men.”
“You need to stop talking now.”
“Hey, you’re beautiful, ya know.”
“My next husband is going to be older than me, even if it’s just by one day.”
“What do you mean, your NEXT husband? What’s wrong with the one you’ve got?”
“Him? He had to go. He was too young for me.”
Wonderful riff on the shar pei puppy image, Susan! Thanks so much for sharing what you’ve written here. And I’m glad to see you’re finding time to write during this busy season!
–Sandy
Writing is a great tool for procrastination. Now, for that 23 hour drive to FL. Happy holidays.
Happy holidays to you too, Susan — and good luck with all that driving!
–Sandy