Not to brag but . . .

I wrote Book Two while also fighting the Great Pee War of '18 in my living room.

I have two male dogs. Then my husband brought home something that looked a little bit like a drowned rat and a little bit like a lamb fetus with bald patches. He tried to pass it off as a chihuahua/Pomeranian mix, but I'm not so sure. Anyway, the thing pees.

And then one of my dogs had to one-up him and assert his dominance by peeing on top of the naked lamb-rat's pee. To which the naked lamb-rat responded with a counter-pee. Now it's like the Caucus Race in Alice in Wonderland--with no beginning and no end, just circling and circling forevermore pee on top of pee on top of pee.

My nostrils were burning, both from the acrid stench of dog pee and from the enzymes and cleaning chemicals drenching my floors. But, still I wrote my book. I should mention that in this book, Scotty acquires a pet cat.

And that is how you win a Pee War with pettiness.