Today I’m borrowing an idea from A Time to Write. Thank you for the inspiration!
My ideal dog is a pit bull. The concrete block head. The silly forehead wrinkles. The smushy cheeks. The soulful eyes. Even though we aren’t looking for a dog, I still like to admire the dogs at pit bull rescue sites, and the copy for literally every pit bull is the same. Velcro dog. Thinks she’s a 65-pound lap dog. Loves to be with his people, preferably touching at all times. They’re also the clowns of the dog world; their serious alert face most likely hides a complete goofball.
My all-time favorite cat is Chipotle, of course, with his silly crooked face and whiskers growing along the side of his nose and that glass-breaking meow that seems far too loud for such a small fellow and snuggly sweetness. He’s also got the kitty version of PTSD; he is uniquely skittish and, as we have cause to point out nearly every day, emotionally fragile. And so it’s perhaps a stretch to call him an ideal cat. Still, I’ll take him over every other cat, so perhaps he is my ideal after all.
My ideal house would be a cottage in Maine. A deer-proof garden and a view of the bay? I think so. I know I suffer from “remote writing cabin” fantasy, but I’m just so certain that if I only lived in this cottage, I’d write the most incredible books.
My ideal dessert is everything I can no longer eat–all the butter, all the cream, all the chocolate. Maybe a simple chocolate pot de creme, quite chilled and eaten very slowly from a tiny spoon.
My ideal gift is a notebook, of course. You can never have too many. Preferably unlined or dotted, but I’m not picky.
What are your ideals?