I was over at the Genreality blog today, checking out Sasha White’s post. Read this, and it stuck:
“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.”
Though I know this wasn’t the purpose of the post, it made me think of a real dog, specifically Lucky, who is no longer with us in this world. He was a veteran, a wounded warrior, a screw-you-and-the-horse-you-rode-in-on kind of dog. A gladiator. He’d had a hard life before he came to us, but he rose above it. For the most part. For a while.
Anyway. I learned a lot from him. I loved him a lot, too.
