Papa Hemingway and one of his muses cats.*

Cats get a lot of love in the literary world–and not just in my writer-filled Facebook feed.

Last month, the The Guardian posted a creative writing Top Ten that went viral: “Buy a cat, stay up late, don’t drink: top 10 writers’ tips on writing.” (Two out of three ain’t bad, Hemingway.)

No. 10 on the list: get a cat, from writer Muriel Spark (or, a character of hers, anyway) who says:

If you want to concentrate deeply on some problem, and especially on some piece of writing or paper-work, you should acquire a cat.

Amen, says this writer, who admires the clean and aloof companionship provided by a cat. One better: I could do more than acquire a cat (or cats, as I have in the past); I could steep myself in the literature of cats, of which there is plenty. Here, from bibliophile blogger Bookish Beck, would be a good place to start.

Instead, I must delve into the world of dog. Why?

Because, people, I am about to be overthrown. Yes, this cat-lover is on the cusp of acquiring a dog.

And so, at a time when other people might be researching breeds or stocking up on carpet cleaner or dog chow… When others might be drawing up a contract to divvy the responsibilities between one Rust Belt Girl and the men with whom she shares a household–one regular and two pint-sized… I’m doing what I’ve always done to confront a problem.

Stare it down? Address it head on? (Have we met?)

I read around it.

D-O-G. Sounds simple enough, right? Feeding, caring, sheltering. I mean, I have done this before. As a kid, my family in Ohio had a beagle mix named Anne (after my best friend–sorry, friend). But Anne was an “outside dog” with a dog house. Before you start to worry, yes, she was allowed in the house on snowy days and nights. But no one would have thought for a second to let her onto the couch much less into a bed.

However, my current cohabitants don’t want an outside dog; they want a new member of the family. And a puppy at that.

And so…I delve into the literary world of the dog, which, I have to say is much more playful than that of the cat. Not better, just very different.

There’s a lot of outside–away from writing implements–that happens with dogs in print (and on screen). Here on WordPress, one blogger finds her faith strengthened on hikes with her dog, Belle, a Border Collie mix. Another blogger, at Poppy Walks the Dog, does just that with his Japanese Chin, Mimsy. Meet her here.

Poppy provides the upside to the supposed downside of severing oneself from the current WIP (chapters 1 and 2 revised, only 16 more to go, if you’re following), poop bag in hand to walk around the block:

Ambling yields the real benefit to these walks. Time. Time to think. Time to contemplate the news and social media that I left behind in the house. Time to remember and reflect on friends and family.

Time. Remember that thing? Could it be that I might find more time–more head space to create–by acquiring and walking a dog?

The reflecting on family part sounds especially intriguing. After all, this dog will be a joint responsibility, right? Right?

And so the reading around the dog question hasn’t stopped with me. Together, my boys and I listened to and loved the audio version of One Dog and His Boy, a “canine classic,” according to this review.

And then, in the middle of my reading of Bonnie Jo Campbell‘s latest story collection, Mothers, Tell Your Daughters, I met Roscoe, a stray dog who arrives at the home of a pregnant woman who decides to take him in:

…here was a living, breathing creature who needed me now, and in my fifth month, maybe my hormones were talking, too.

Or maybe those hormones were screaming, as the pregnant protagonist comes to believe that Roscoe is her late, handsome, philandering fiance, Oscar, come back to life as a twenty-pound mutt. The story is a wonder of intelligence and, well, wonder: mystery.

So, that’s where I am in my literary dog journey preceding my actual dog journey. Can’t say I’m not a planner–if only in (literary) theory.

Do you have a cat muse? A dog muse? Help a girl out here. I need advice.

Closing with the literary cliche that isn’t: a boy (mine) and a dog (neighbor’s). Stay tuned… ~ Rebecca



*Hemingway photo courtesy of beekman1802.com

14 thoughts on “For the love of…dog

  1. How kind of you to link to one of my cat blogs! I have found myself reading a lot of books about cats since we adopted one 3.5 years ago…but if I’m honest, I’m first and foremost a dog lover. My family had a dog (and at one time two of them) starting when I was 7 until just a couple of years ago. I know you will love having a puppy in the family. And there are some great dog books out there. A couple of my favorites are Ordinary Dogs by Eileen Battersby and Dog Years by Mark Doty. Nick Trout’s and Jon Katz’s books are also popular ones.

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    1. Thank you! I will check out your picks–you always have wonderful advice. I really admire your blog and find something to like in all your posts, but that cat post of yours was such fun. And thanks for your positivity. My family says that, despite my reservations, I will end up loving the dog the most. Here’s hoping that’s true!


  2. My puppy is not my muse but he sure is my cheerleader! He’ll just lay next to me for hours as I struggle to put words to paper and when I feel like giving up, he’ll look at me with those eyes that tell me “you can do it!”

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  3. While I love both, I have cats. They love keyboards, as the internet has taught us, and end up editing about 15% of my first drafts. After visiting that house in Key West and playing with the cats who own it, I pretty much figured out what I want my retirement to look like.

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  4. Thank you for linking to my post! I have definitely found that having a dog allows more out-of-head space—I can contemplate other things, like my writing, and not dwell. I highly encourage your family to look at your local shelters as you think about adding a dog to the family. Shelters have plenty of puppies as well as older dogs (in a wide range of age). 🙂 Good luck on finding the perfect (dog) match! 🙂

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  5. Thanks Rebecca for the reference.
    The best description I’ve read about the difference between cats and dogs, is this:

    Dogs think, “They love me, they feed me, they take care of me, they must be Gods!”
    Cats think, “They love me, they feed me, they take care of me, I must be a God!”

    One of my favorite dog stories (but sad) is Thurber’s “Snapshot of a Dog.”

    Posted by Lenore Riegel on Thursday, September 27, 2012

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  6. I had quite a start when I misread “One Boy and His Dog” as “A Boy and His Dog”, the dystopian Harlan Ellison short story (later turned into a horrible movie starring Don Johnson). Whew!

    So, I’ve had both cats and dogs attend me as I write over the years. But the most effective muse by far, I’ve found, is a spouse. Cats and dogs can’t be trained to bring you pizza (no opposable thumb to dial for delivery). Spouses can. (Usually. Word of warning: don’t go to a breeder. Get papers.)

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