Well it has officially been a week since Henrietta Madison made her way into our house. She is a good puppy in the fact that she sleeps through the night but she is a handful in the fact that she thinks she is much larger than she really is.

When she is in a room ahead of one of us, she will block the way and hop and growl to block the way. I am not quite certain what a two pound, barely seven inch tall puppy thinks she is going to accomplish but she tries. Perhaps when a puppy is that small the attitude needs to be larger than life in order to make it in this world that is much taller than she is.

I have become quite adept at balancing Henrietta on my lap while working valiantly on laying out the pages for the magazine, trying to sip my tea, and all the while trying to keep the baby talk tone out of my voice whenever I tell Henri to please stop chewing on my (fill in the blank) shirt, chin, earlobes, keyboard, fingers.

Writing thought for the day: Your character comes home from work, there's a letter in the mail from an old flame. The letter had been lost in the mail for five years. Now that your character has it, it could change his or her life. Does he/she act on it?

Keep that pen moving!