I read a post today by OldandBlessed that talked about pets. Dogs actually.
Every time I come across something I like this I find myself thinking I would like a companion – feline or canine. Then I think about fur, food, defecation, vet bills, and most of all about having to venture out in inclement weather on days when I would just as soon curl up – inside. I live in an apartment building and see countless folk doing this very thing in cold, wet, damp (dreich) and rethink the whole thing.
Now I am not entirely animal free. Like grandchildren they are all part of visitation.
The first of many was this sweet girl, Scooby, seen here with G1 about 16 years ago. She was amazing and had been part of ’the family’ well before G1 arrived. I worried at first about how this dog, who by-the-way had been the centre of the universe, would accept a new-born human. I need not have worried. The day babe and mom came home Scooby became the ultimate nurse – think Nana in Peter Pan.
As that wee babe lay swaddled and the cats came to have a look, Scooby positioned herself between the cats and babe. Later when G1 lay on the floor cooing and gurgling that dog picked up one of her toys (they each had their own toy box) and would rub it up and down the baby’s tummy making him giggle with delight.
Through out the years there is a constant population of dog, cats (usually 3), and sometimes hamsters (Jasper currently).
Bree, the most wonderful yellow lab pictured here with G2 followed and is now a pretty old girl herself. The love and adoration that flows from her is all enveloping.
Currently there are two of these beauties – don’t know if this is River or Willow – and they are ragdoll cats. I had never heard of them and they have grown to be huge. It’s mostly the fur that makes them so big I think.
Two of these three are still around but my fave is Gus who is back by the wall.
I have no photos of Jasper, but since this is about cats and dogs he will have to wait for another time.
So I guess I do have dogs and cats. Just not right here. But I often think I did I would be able to talk out loud and not wonder if I was getting – you know -old and doddery
HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF YOUR DAY FOLKS!
Tuesday December 8th ’21 at north of 453