I'm sitting at the computer and my Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix is licking my left leg. I reach down to make him stop then give him a pat on the head. That made him happy so now he's licking my arm. "No lick, Buddy" I say ever so sweetly. Uh, oh. That did it. Look out! Wheeeeeeee! He's in the air and he just cleared the arm on my desk chair. This dog is spring-loaded. Now he's in my lap, panting in my face. "I'm writing Buddy---and your breath is bad!" He ignores me. Well, I was writing until the wiggly body of "Hyper-Dog" obliterates my computer screen. Oops! I think his thumping tail just sent an email! If you're the one who gets it and it was addressed, "Dear Grandma Gertrude," then I apologize. It was from my dog. I sigh. "You want to go out AGAIN? I'm trying to write, here." He cares not.

Now, when Buddy pants it means one thing. He wants to go outside. It's what he lives for. Chasing bugs, lizards, leaves, and going potty everywhere! Once his panting begins, my rescue chihuahua, Sugar, takes Buddy's panting as her cue to bark-bark-bark! They've formed a conspiracy. Buddy jumps and pants. Sugar just barks. She couldn't jump to clear a toothpick. I have no choice. "Let's go, kids," I say. They go nuts and I nearly trip over them as we head to the back door.

You may be asking yourself why I don't just send them out to backyard-bliss on their own. Don't lots of dogs spend their time enjoying the backyard then come in through the doggie-door when they're ready? If that were true for my dogs I could write at my computer and not be interrupted. No doggie doors where we live. No way. My babies would go out and I'd never see them again! Stealthy hawks are circling during the day and my dogs look like plump little rabbits from way up there. We've been sufficiently warned by our vet. So, I've spent a lot of time outside with the dog-kids while my brain is still at the computer in "write" mode.

I finally realized that bringing a pen and pad outside works just as well when that "Ah-ha!" moment happens. I cannot sit down on a lawn chair and write, however. Sitting and letting my dogs run unsupervised is exactly what the hawks are waiting for. I stay near my dogs and jot as I stand or walk, but I have to watch where I step! Yes, it's happened. O-;

Are you interrupted while you write? Occasionally? Often? Constantly? Of course you are. Life happens while we write. Interruptions like the phone, laundry that must be done, cooking, kid-noise, television, errands, appointments, DOGS that pant in your face, are all part of life. I believe that a true writer will find a way to write even if he or she is---[Please finish this sentence with something funny, then send it to me as a comment.

Okay, I want some comments from my writer friends on these two questions:
1) Where's the craziest place you've ever written?