Just as a dog is always a dog (even when he's also being a four legged dustbin, slobber generator or physical trainer) a writer is always a writer. I'm assuming I'm not the only one who, whilst commiserating over a family member's embarrassing incident, is thinking 'oooh, I can use that'.
When we get a reject, it's like we've been left in the kennels. An acceptance is the best walk ever.
My own dog is imaginary, so I can't show you a photo. Instead here's my cat (he's ficticious but photographable) and other people's dogs.
And here's a competition for a story featuring a dog. The top prize is $500. That'd buy a lot of chews.
Can you think of other ways writers are like dogs?