The problem is that he is on to me. Last week I actually had him in my arms and while placing him in the carrier he escaped, I haven't been able to get close to him since.
He doesn't seem to mind that his fur is basically a dread lock, but it really bothers me.
He is simply more savvy than I am, so I'm not very confident I will ever nab him.
The white dog has been especially harsh with the bull dog this week, they got in a fight over a chew and the bull dog ended up with a sore on her head.
These things are important to me. Some may think these things are too important- but I don't care. I like it that the cats come when I call them to eat, and that the dogs chew the chicken jerky strips each time as though it is the first time- I know its because of the food and not necessarily my company, still its nice to start your day with living beings who are absolutely thrilled to see you- EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Most animals possess a loyalty which simply is not present in my species.
None of my animals (other than Pinnter) have ever gone through my wallet, none of my animals have ever cancelled dinner, none of them have ever broken up with me ( its me not you- REALLY?- its always you).
I know, its hard for the animals to steal as the ones who live here do not have posable thumbs- but still I like to think even given the opportunity they wouldn't take advantage of the situation.
Sure, the Pug will try to run out the gate if given the chance, and for a while the foster dog (Ruby Tuesday- who Gioconda calls the "homeless dog" because she simply can not accept the fact the dog has a home- at 2107) was slipping through the fence, which I will add was particularly hurtful given the circumstance of her arrival as a foster dog in need of a home...but she seems to have over come this desire - in sum other than these limited occasions- all seem content.
Since I spend a great deal of my time (more than 78%) worrying about something- from swine flu to global warming to my daughter's bowel movements (this is a recent worry), I do worry all my animals are happy- and healthy and getting enough of everything.
In fact, I would rank my concern of the well being of my animals in my top five of worries- that is I worry about my daughters -#1- and if I am honest the animals are #2- tied with Gioconda and the boys of course, ....my parents, sister and nephews are a strong #3- and then the rest of the top ten is filled with worry about money- the fact I am upside down on the property I own- and upside down on my car...and money-and my "investments" and then there is money...
So lately my worries about my animals have manifested in my dreams. Two nights ago I dreamed I lost my smallest dog in a casino, and I found her among the slot machines which is crazy because everyone knows the smallest dog (Chloe) only plays keno.
Which leads me to yet another worry- that is my preoccupation with gambling-I'll put this at a #13- behind skin cancer but in front of having a spider crawl in my ear and lay eggs on my brain.
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