My picture book muse...

Remember when I said I adopted a puppy? I was wrong. I think I've adopted a toddler in disguise.

Oh, this little guy might have fur, big paws, and a mock-ferocious puppy growl, but his behavior is 100% toddler. He pulls out all his toys and leaves them all over the house, gets into everything, constantly wants to be held, constantly wants to be played with, constantly wants attention. He goes nonstop, high speed, until he crashes for a nap. And then he's up and ready to do it all over again.

Toddler, all over again. Even if he does like to have his tummy scratched.

I think he's my picture book muse, incarnated in puppy form. Time to polish up my attempts at picture book prose.

What's that you say? I'm supposed to be working on a rewrite? :) Oh, well. Back to work....

Cheryl