This is Ripley. He's my 65 pound, barely a year old labradoodle. HE is the reason I don't get as much writing done as I'd like. Seems every time I get an empty house with some quiet time to write, Ripley decides he needs a walk or wants to play catch.
The up side is that he forces me to exercise. That's a really good thing since I gained 10 pounds writing Coffee & Donuts. But hey, with a title like that, how could you not??
So here's to Ripley--a heckuva dog if I ever knew one. :)