PETS
I realize that there are many weighty things to discuss. However, I think that some lighter subjects should be brought front and center now and then. I was out and about today and eating lunch in my car. While doing so, I observed a man sitting at an outdoor table and as he was eating, he was dropping scraps accidently on purpose for his dog, a beautiful mid-sized all white mutt. I call that type of dog food, floor d'ouvres.
It started me thinking about pets. I live in a 165 year old village, but in the new section (30 years old). There are 285 homes and at least half of them contain dogs, and many cats a lot of them feral. I was impressed by the fact that the entire area didn't smell like a cesspool. Apparently, the pet lovers actually picked up after their dogs. we have every kind, from giant mastiffs, to little lap dogs like Yorkies. I own a beagle which I love dearly. Being a mini-hound the only way to get her on your lap is to put food there, but be careful, she might eat the buttons off your shirt.
This brings me to my topic. I wonder how many Gulchers have pets and who has dogs, or cats or something else, and why. Just curious. But in may be insightful -- about what, I'm not sure.
It started me thinking about pets. I live in a 165 year old village, but in the new section (30 years old). There are 285 homes and at least half of them contain dogs, and many cats a lot of them feral. I was impressed by the fact that the entire area didn't smell like a cesspool. Apparently, the pet lovers actually picked up after their dogs. we have every kind, from giant mastiffs, to little lap dogs like Yorkies. I own a beagle which I love dearly. Being a mini-hound the only way to get her on your lap is to put food there, but be careful, she might eat the buttons off your shirt.
This brings me to my topic. I wonder how many Gulchers have pets and who has dogs, or cats or something else, and why. Just curious. But in may be insightful -- about what, I'm not sure.
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Funny thing is my dog has a bum rear leg. She got it jumping off a sofa and banging into a table edge. She couldn't walk for a couple of days due to pain, but with meds and a mild walking regimen she has come back, although she walks a bit funny on her bum leg. She still runs if provoked but poops out quickly. She's quite active indoors with her favorite toy.
About three mo.s later I came home and a female golden puppy had been bought by my wife and daughter.
She happened to have her birthday the day our son died ,she was a savior for us from our grief. We named her Mulligan she is now white faced and 12 1/4 years. Old. Every Day is a good day that Mulligan is with us!
THE KITTEN
The trouble with the kitten is THAT,
It eventually becomes a CAT.
It'll happen. You'll see someone with a cute pup, or a devoted companion and bingo! You're gone.
Sometimes I call it "Stupid" after I toss a meat scrap its way and it just sits there with a "Say, did something just happen?" air about it.
Otherwise, it will chase a rolling scrap like it s a mouse or something.
Moocher will let me come much closer to it than it used to since it knows I won't try and touch it by surprise.
Yesterday after I picked blueberries, it was walked so closely in front of me that I blurted out, "Will you please get out of my way?"
I've been able to touch its nose twice when the critter knew what I was up to but so far that's it.
Our dog (mutt) is 15..she has a bum rear leg which makes getting up a challenge. Her eye sight is starting to go, but she is completely deaf. She doesn't do much chasing anymore and seldom barks.
What a drag it is getting old..Even though she may be in pain, I haven't the heart to have her put to sleep. Sad.
Throughout life, I have always managed to have a dog or a cat...In my nomadic days there was always a local pet or a friends pet to make acquaintance.
My present wife of 24 years, has always had Maltese, we've raised many a litter...I enjoy playing with and teaching these pups...they get the best of homes and we, of late, puppy sit when the parents go away.
I don't mind being their keepers...it seems natural and I don't think I could sleep well at night without these small creatures snuggled up next to me...they are a delight and truly a gift to mankind.
Gustav is a dapple... mostly chocolate brown but with touches of white. He has one blue eye and one brown eye. Oh, and he has my nose.
Heidi is a crème with brown eyes. And a total diva.
Since we are empty-nesters, these are our two babies.
I don't call the cat by the name they gave him, Sammy; I call him savage cat. :)
Our dog is very old, very passive, and for all intents an purposes thinks its a cat...go figure.
But then, as they say, nothing succeeds like excess.
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