Animal House

Theme Thursday - Pets

 I can't imagine my life without pets.  I've had quite an assortment over the years: fish, guinea pigs, birds, cats and dogs. My first pet, Tigger, was my pride and joy. I had to beg and plead with my parents, using every wile I possessed as an 8 year old, to be allowed to bring him home. That was the start of it all; and I have not been without at least one pet since that time.

I presently am owned by 2 cats and 2 pugs, though the cats are only fond of me at meal time or when they need to rub off some loose fur that's been annoying them. They will occasionally let me give them attention when it is solely my idea, but mostly they tolerate my presence. Yet I'm totally hooked on them, even though I am secure in the knowledge that they consider me a bother 98% of the time.

The pugs, however, are quite the opposite in that they rarely let me out of their sight. When I leave the house, they both stand at attention with their sad brown eyes throwing darts of guilt in my direction; and, when I return, they are overjoyed, jumping in circles, unable to contain their joy.  Since they are convinced that I am a marvel, they quickly forgive and forget that I have left them (cue the scary music)... home alone.

When we are together, they never judge or criticize, not like some human companions I could mention. If I am feeling lazy and cancel their walk, no problem. If I am late with their dinner, that's fine. They always act as if they are thrilled with every little thing I do, every insignificant move I make. Their ears perk at the sound of my voice, eyes glued to any gesture I might make. They seem to think that I am fascinating and brilliant.

No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.

 -unknown-

 

With their funny little smashed-in faces almost smiling, they are incredibly good sports when I put costumes on them and parade them around for every one's amusement. The actual truth is I think they enjoy the ooohs, aaahs, and chuckles. Pugs are capable of being incredible hams, given the opportunity to perform.

As if that weren't enough, they never hold a grudge. If I err in some way or, God forbid, have to discipline them, my bad behavior is quickly a thing of the past. Good companions...that's what they are, in every sense of the word.

To err is human, to forgive, canine.

-unknown-

So, my home is awash in fur, even though I try to wear my Martha Stewart hat from time to time. The wing chairs in the living room show signs of serious claw sharpening, with threads poking out from various angles. Litter boxes, water dishes, scratching posts, and assorted squeaky toys that I never fail to step on have created an unconventional decor that won't be found in any decorating magazines. But it's me. And I wouldn't change it for the world.  Welcome to my zoo.

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.

-Roger Caras-