Why the Love from Animals can Increase our Productivity

The seconds tick by into minutes, those minutes into hours. All the while, a blinking singular line taunts me. It does not move, it simply sits stagnant against a white screen. As those minutes descend into hours, the sheer frustration of that blinking black line consumes me. Despite my best efforts, I seem paralyzed to type a single letter; afraid that what is typed will simply not be good enough to publish. I walk away from the ever present blinking black line and spend some time outside with my dog, followed by a few shots of espresso to hopefully cause my…