I believe I've mentioned a time or two that I love dogs, both real and fictional. Some of my earliest memories of reading involve dogs. The dog in my first grade reader was named Tip. I don't remember the names of the children in the story.
Old Yeller, Savage Sam,White Fang, The Call of the Wild, and Where The Red Fern Grows were all favorites I read again and again.
I'm still a sucker for a good dog story. Five of the six stories in my Choices series feature dogs as significant characters. So do three other stories I've written since, but so far, none of my dogs has made it to the cover of a book.
Eventually, that has to change, because I'm suffering from cover envy. I look at the beautiful covers like the ones below, and I want one. I have an idea percolating in the back of my mind right now involving a pair of inseparable dogs who will bring two people together who normally wouldn't have given one another a second glance. That one is up next to be written, once I'm done with my current WIPs.
That's one of the ways I motivate myself when the writing process bogs down and I feel like I'm slogging through the manuscript. Just keep writing everyday, and before long I'll have a first draft. Then I can rewrite and edit and polish until I have a story. And once that one is done, I'll have another fun story waiting in the wings to be written.
And someday, I'll get an adorable cover dog, too.