So I looked at my perpetual birthday calendar this morning and discovered Peaches, the dog I thought was 18 is really going to be 16 tomorrow. Well, maybe. I have her paperwork upstairs somewhere and I may check the actual date when I go to bed tonight, but I try to make few trips upstairs during the day, so I won’t be going there now. I have the parrot birth certificates in my downstairs desk. Parrot people call birthdays hatch days. As in what day were you hatched?
Why did I buy purebred dogs when I never bothered to register them with the AKC and don’t have the slightest idea when they were born? Because “Once burned twice shy.” and those cute little puppies can grow up to become very large scary dogs. I like little dogs, they are scary enough.
I often say, I like all dogs, but that’s a lie. Big dogs scare me. My neighbor Kathy has a large furry dog with a sweet disposition, but if I try to pet Kylie, she bumps up against me and I almost topple over. Besides, have you ever noticed how large big dog teeth are?
My friend Debbi has a dog and a wolf. Below is a photo of Debbi’s wolf and dog eying each other through a fence. Debbi raised that wolf from a cute little ball of fur. All children look innocent don’t they?
I have read that seniors benefit from animal companions, and I know it to be true after seeing David, the man who did not want a dog fall in love with one of MY dogs after another. He is now trying to steal my dog Johnny from me. I warned him if he does, I am getting another dog, or maybe a cat. Cats decide who is who.