Wednesday, October 21, 2009
One of my doofus dogs
This is Hoover. He just turned three and is a total klutz about stepping on people's feet. He's still enough of a pup that he doesn't know where his own feet are.
Of course Rio still doesn't and he's nine.
I'll profile the sons of bitches here and the bitch herself.
Then I'll show you the cat I work for and eventually the new kitten.
I have too many animals but if I didn't I'd probably just aquire more. I acrue animals and we like each other. I feel incomplete without a dog or a cat. I've had birds and fish... oh... the fish... yeah I have to show you them too.
I will be getting chickens. I'd like peacocks too. See? I'm nuts this way. Sigh. You'll eventually see all of them.
When I was the freaky kid the dog was my best buddy. He was my job, my playmate. He climbed trees with me and went on every piece of the playground equipment. He spent summer afternoons in a tree, on my lap, while I read. Poor dog, he bore the brunt of my need to control something in my life and forgave me for it all.
Animals never used me, not like people. Animals had no agenda and they valued me and loved me both.