I just wrote
a little thing about writing Dief for
ds_workshop and it bought back so many memories of when my darling Riff Raff was a wee bundle of Dingoness. I actually tried to give him away after one harrowing night in which he ate a hole in my matress after Bear lifted him onto the bed, made a large sloppy mess right on the toilet floor (which I stepped in) and then proceeded to headbutt my china cabinet in order to get the ceramic cats my Nanna left me.
Nobody wanted him, though, so I set out to make him the best friend a girl could have. I succeeded, too. Mostly.
Then I got to thinking about the critters in my life right now and I think I'd better be damn sure to keep the cupboards well stocked, or I'm a goner.
I have three dogs. Riffy, Bear and Rusty. I did not name the last two, okay? If I had, they'd have been way more fun to call.
Then there's six cats. Molly (Don't blame me for that one, either.) Desmond, Mercy, Draco, Simon and Juliet.
Three horses. Pammy, Polly and Puffy. (Or Nip and Tuck, '06 State City/Nip and Tuck and Zaldaan.) The pet names are much more fun, huh?
One Siamese Fighting Fish. Emmett.
A ridiculous amount of free range chickens.
There's a grand total of three humans amongst all that crowd. Remind me never to fall down at feed time.