The dog did happen. The dog happened to me, and in fact continues to happen to me. Except for the parts that happened to a friend of mine.
See, about four minutes after I got my assignment, I realized I had volunteered for the wrong damn fandoms. I do not so much do the happy, heart-warming, gently humorous thing, and that's pretty much Herriot's stock in trade. After approximately three weeks of solid dithering, I realized I could only fake it by writing about something I truly love - in other words, dogs. Specifically, Labrador retrievers. Luckily, my recipient had specified dogs and mischief and Christmas.
So, yeah. The dog things are all real events, and Captain is basically a male version of my own dog, Cassie.
(And I love your icon. The Disreputable Dog was one of my favorite characters anywhere ever. And I absolutely pine to visit the library of the Clayr. In fact, Abhorsen was another fandom I signed up to write. Which, in retrospect, would've also been hard. Next year I'm not volunteering for fandoms I love - I'm volunteering for fandoms with snark.)
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See, about four minutes after I got my assignment, I realized I had volunteered for the wrong damn fandoms. I do not so much do the happy, heart-warming, gently humorous thing, and that's pretty much Herriot's stock in trade. After approximately three weeks of solid dithering, I realized I could only fake it by writing about something I truly love - in other words, dogs. Specifically, Labrador retrievers. Luckily, my recipient had specified dogs and mischief and Christmas.
So, yeah. The dog things are all real events, and Captain is basically a male version of my own dog, Cassie.
(And I love your icon. The Disreputable Dog was one of my favorite characters anywhere ever. And I absolutely pine to visit the library of the Clayr. In fact, Abhorsen was another fandom I signed up to write. Which, in retrospect, would've also been hard. Next year I'm not volunteering for fandoms I love - I'm volunteering for fandoms with snark.)