I'm sitting in my office, trying to work on a manuscript. It's raining outside - it seems it's been raining forever in East Tennessee, not one weekend goes by that it isn't pouring. The day is dreary and cold. My office is in ruins. Our new pup, Aussie, an Australian Blue Heeler who's more hyper than the Tasmanian Devil, has pulled everything out, keeps trying to chew on electrical cords, and loves to rip covers off books. My cat, Nikki, is curled up in front of my keyboard, and I have to keep swatting her tail away. My daughter's cat, Felix, is in my chair, behind my back, hissing at Aussie, who is bouncing all around the chair, yapping at the top of his lungs, trying to get to the cat.