I just finished reading Marley & Me, the bestselling book about a misbehaving mutt and his owner. I’m reading animal books occasionally to try to find a hook for a book about my squirrels.

The preface sets up the idea dog-owner relationship in the author’s youth. The opening lines of Chapter One immediately clued me in that Marley wouldn’t live up to that ideal.

We were young. We were in love. We were rollicking in those sublime early days of marriage when life seems about as good as life can get.
We could not leave well enough alone.

Great writing, huh?

I guess I could compare/contrast my relationship with the squirrels to my relationship with Tiger, the oversized, aloof cat I loved as a child.

But I still don’t think I have an angle that I can work for an entire book-length manuscript.