Belle's Biography.

This morning I didn't get anything done during my planning period because I was stuck in my book, The Art of Racing in the Rain. I finished it during advisory and just love loved it. There were some tears I had to quickly wipe away before third period. If you have a dog or love a dog or want a dog, please read this book.

One of the great things that makes this book different is that it is told by the dog. While I was walking Belle this afternoon, I tried to imagine what Belle would write if she wrote a book about me.

She'd probably give the predictable and customary biography of how I found her in the rain. She would talk about living happily with Erica and me in the little apartment, and how much she loves Copper and digging in her new backyard. Belle would describe the joy of dog food, and her eternal optimism that today is the day she will catch that squirrel.

There's also a 50% chance that Belle's biography of me would be an exposé. She knows all the secrets that I try to keep from the outside world. She is probably the only creature on earth who knows the actual number of hours of TV I watch. She's seen some of the men I sort of dated in the last two and a half years...obviously no keepers there. Belle knows about how much diet coke I drink and how much time I can waste doing nothing on my little macbook.

On second thought, I am am exceedingly glad that Belle does not have opposable thumbs, and that she cannot write my biography. I'll keep her to myself, snuggled away for the winter, and try to write a better chapter for my autobiography tomorrow.