The New Puppy

This little whippet puppy came into my life three weeks ago. I’ve called her Lyra, after Philip Pullman’s main character in Northern Lights – as a potential Storyhound, she should have the name of a strong female character who is brave, loyal and adventurous.

Although my books are not about dogs, I do believe their playful spirit inspires my work. I  haven’t written a word of my WIP since foster dog Keith went to his new home. For most of July I was too busy looking for another dog to find time for writing, and now Lyra is taking up most of my attention. I eventually hope to train her to be a good Storyhound, but for the moment it’s all I can do to stop her stealing my shoes and digging up the lawn.

Get away from my molehill, you rug on legs!

This is a period of adjustment for me as well as for Lyra. It’s a long time since I’ve had a puppy, and I’d forgotten what hard work they can be. After Keith, who was so calm and quiet in the house, if feels like a tiny tornado has invaded. She may look angelic, but there are times when she seems possessed by demons. She reminds me of those macaqs in Thailand who jump all over the tourists, stealing their food and their sunglasses and pulling down their pants. She certainly lives up to her name as a strong female character.

Last week I took her over to to Keith’s new home so she could meet him. She was a bit overawed by his size at first, but she’s no shrinking violet and she loves meeting new people and dogs. It soon became obvious she wanted to play, and Keith was very gentle with her.

I still haven’t got used to how tiny she is compared to Keith. I have to be careful I don’t trip over her, and when I take her for a walk it’s like having a fly on the end of the lead.

Despite the chaotic days and sleepless nights, I wouldn’t be without her. I’ve always wanted a whippet, and Lyra is a dream come true – especially when she’s asleep!