I’m awash in a sea of animals (But not fish. Or whales.)
Over Easter weekend, I went to my mother’s, stopping on the way to pick up Pat, Evelyn, and their new cat, Lexy (which is the only name on her adoption papers, but which is short for Lexington Horatio Feathersworth VonCat, at least so far as I’m concerned). She’s an adorable little kitten, and very personable, and, oddly enough, her markings are virtually identical to those of Shoes, the Cat my family had when I was in school. Perhaps she is a relative. She was willing to observe Emmy from a distance, and even to seem relaxed while doing so, by the end of the visit, though Lt. Dr. Jameson “Monkey” Kyo, who is a scoundrel and a miscreant, medical man or no, was kept in a separate room for the entire weekend.
Then, this last weekend, I went to my father’s house, and he had gotten a new dog. His name is Marley (he’s a shelter dog, and they too kept the name his last owners had given him, but yes, he is probably named after the one from the book) and he is, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, composed mainly of Golden Retriever and Miniature Collie, though we can not rule out other types of dog, and perhaps a bit of fox. There is a definite foxiness about his features and, to some extent, his habits. His size reflects his mini Collie heritage, which is to say that he’s a very handy and portable sort of dog, without being actually a small dog. He’s only six or seven months old, so he’s still very mouthy, without being actually aggressive, though his herding instincts are already manifesting in the form of a need to make sure everyone in the household is awake by 8AM at the latest, and a predisposition for nipping at the backs of people’s legs in order to hurry them up.
Well, now I’ve become completely spoilt, and the next person I visit had just better have a new pet for me to gush over, or else I shall be most put out.
Then, this last weekend, I went to my father’s house, and he had gotten a new dog. His name is Marley (he’s a shelter dog, and they too kept the name his last owners had given him, but yes, he is probably named after the one from the book) and he is, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, composed mainly of Golden Retriever and Miniature Collie, though we can not rule out other types of dog, and perhaps a bit of fox. There is a definite foxiness about his features and, to some extent, his habits. His size reflects his mini Collie heritage, which is to say that he’s a very handy and portable sort of dog, without being actually a small dog. He’s only six or seven months old, so he’s still very mouthy, without being actually aggressive, though his herding instincts are already manifesting in the form of a need to make sure everyone in the household is awake by 8AM at the latest, and a predisposition for nipping at the backs of people’s legs in order to hurry them up.
Well, now I’ve become completely spoilt, and the next person I visit had just better have a new pet for me to gush over, or else I shall be most put out.