A Revival of My Abandoned Live Journal
I am toying with the idea of revisiting my mostly abandoned live journal and turning it into a blog about the other type of cats.
The ones who bark.
I always said that I would get a dog when I was down to two cats. Three cats and a dog are too much animal. When I had four cats, I frequently had nowhere to sit in my own living room. Too. Much. Animal. But whenever I've gotten down to two cats, another has always shown up.
Since Master Nefer's death in June, I have not met any new cats so rather than tempting fate, I am firing out of the starting gate to get things rolling.
Today, I had a meeting at PhillyPaws to apply to foster a dog and I quite possibly met my future dog. (Foster my a$$. You know he's never going anywhere once I have him.) There was one other prospective adopter who was interested in this dog so the shelter is going to let me know tomorrow if he is still available and if so, he'll be coming home by the end of the week.
He's a mixture of a Jack Russell Terrier and a Chihuahua. (I guess I should learn to spell it.) He's about five y/o, very timid and most importantly shows no signs of aggression toward cats. (Mine are bigger than him, anyway.)
His shelter name is Joey. Yes, just like Joey Ramone and no, I don't expect anyone to believe that the shelter named him that instead of me. So, I'll be coming up with a more suitable name. Like Pinhead or Bonzo.
He seems like he will be a good fit for my home based on what's known about him. But because it's not a done deal, I'm not setting my heart on him, just yet. I fell in love with him the second he was plunked on my lap but I generally fall in love with every dog I see.
In case it isn't obvious--No, Astrid and Lilly will not be pleased.
I guess I should probably try to remember how to do a live journal cut if I'm going to be doing this again.
The ones who bark.
I always said that I would get a dog when I was down to two cats. Three cats and a dog are too much animal. When I had four cats, I frequently had nowhere to sit in my own living room. Too. Much. Animal. But whenever I've gotten down to two cats, another has always shown up.
Since Master Nefer's death in June, I have not met any new cats so rather than tempting fate, I am firing out of the starting gate to get things rolling.
Today, I had a meeting at PhillyPaws to apply to foster a dog and I quite possibly met my future dog. (Foster my a$$. You know he's never going anywhere once I have him.) There was one other prospective adopter who was interested in this dog so the shelter is going to let me know tomorrow if he is still available and if so, he'll be coming home by the end of the week.
He's a mixture of a Jack Russell Terrier and a Chihuahua. (I guess I should learn to spell it.) He's about five y/o, very timid and most importantly shows no signs of aggression toward cats. (Mine are bigger than him, anyway.)
His shelter name is Joey. Yes, just like Joey Ramone and no, I don't expect anyone to believe that the shelter named him that instead of me. So, I'll be coming up with a more suitable name. Like Pinhead or Bonzo.
He seems like he will be a good fit for my home based on what's known about him. But because it's not a done deal, I'm not setting my heart on him, just yet. I fell in love with him the second he was plunked on my lap but I generally fall in love with every dog I see.
In case it isn't obvious--No, Astrid and Lilly will not be pleased.
I guess I should probably try to remember how to do a live journal cut if I'm going to be doing this again.