Just needs to ignore squirrels until first draft is complete.

Sprawled out in a sunny spot on the floor of his Midwestern home, good boy Ruffigus had multiple plot points racing around his head for his unfinished novel, which he tentatively calls, “The Bunny’s Last Hop”.

“It’s a feel-good novel about a heroic dog doing heroic things,” noted Ruffigus, “He saves the day, saves his family, gets some treats, marks some territory. And totally wrecks a bunny, can’t forget that plot point. It really ties everything together.”

When asked how much of it is actually written out, Ruffigus was sheepish, “Well, I don’t have thumbs, so it’s hard to pick up the laptop and start banging it out. I did sketch an outline in the snow with my urine.”

Ruffigus moved over another foot because the sun’s angle had changed over the course of our conversation. “I figured if I focus… Stop humping legs. No gratuitous sniffing. Ignore that damn squirrel. And somehow evolve to be able to type on a computer, it shouldn’t take long at all. And that’s in people years, not dog years.