As soon as I came home from America after the release of The Book Thief movie, I found my big, brindle brute of a dog was limping, and I’d seen that limp before, on his other troublesome back leg. I knew he’d done his cruciate ligament, and needed what we commonly refer to around here as the chainsaw…
Sure enough, he got the X-ray.
He’s had the operation – and now I sit here, with my trusty companion behind me, in a cage, to keep him from moving too much, or hardly at all, to make a full recovery.
I guess, in the end, there are books and films and reviews and noise. The highs are all magnificent. The lows will keep the curtains closed.
Soon, though, we get back to work, which for the dog is sleep and rest – and for me it’s carrying him up and down the stairs. It’s building him a lawn up here, beside my office…and keeping him close, while I try, again and again, to write a book.