I don't think you "own" cats as much as cats deign to be in your life. One of those forwarded posts that goes in fits and starts around the internet seems to be recirculating as I have had it forwarded to me twice in the past few days..you know, the one called Dogs Vs. Cats and is as follows (this time with that Canadian or England English spellings!):
"Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
The other night for supper my husband cooked us some french toast and bacon. (MMmm it was good.) We noticed part way through his cooking that Jenny, our pug, was acting weird. Her tail was down and she was in the hallway sitting, looking towards the stove. She would not be called back into the living room area that is next to the kitchen. Then we remembered, she always acts scared when we cook bacon on the stove. Since we don't cook it that frequently it isn't something we automaticly think of as a trigger for her. She doesn't seem to have the same reaction to the kind we microwave, just when it's cooked on the stovetop. I'm thinking it is about the sound possibly coupled with the smell. She sure has no problem eating some of it if offered. (she is a huge chow hound, a typical pug trait)
When I was a kid my dog Charlie Brown (a.k.a. Boo) was my very best friend. I picked him out when I was just five years old and he had the grace to stay with me through my final year of high school. Through all the ups and downs of growing form young child to adult he was both my rock of support and my soft, furry, pillow of comfort. He allowed me to dress him up when I was young, accompanied me to show-and-tell, escorted me home from the school bus stop every day (hey, those were simpler times), and later licked away the tears from my first heartbreak. It’s not an unusual story, I know, the story of a kid and her dog, but the memories mean a lot to me.
Recently I encountered a different kind of story about a girl and her dog, one that breaks the mold and takes partnership to a whole new level.
My last and dearest wolf, Phantom, passed away last week. But rather than making this piece yet another eulogy, I’d like to share with you a bit of what it’s like to live with wolves.
Before I begin, you’re probably wondering why anyone would live with wolves—or have wolves living with them—in the first place. Some people get wolves as “pets” because they want a piece of the wild, or feel connected to wolves on a spiritual level. Some simply love them and want to share their lives with them. In my case, I had been working with a wolf and wolfdog (wolf hybrd) rescue for many years, and I fell in love with a big, black, green-eyed wolf named Phantom.
Labradors and Goldens seem like dogs of yesterday
Replaced by the designer dogs and we just have to say
We’re trainers and we’re mystified and feel we’ve lost our way
No longer do we recognize the breeds we see today!
Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay!
YorkiePoo and Cockachon a Puggle Labradoodle
Mix a breed and build a name the whole kit and kaboodle
It's enough to spin your head and set you on your noodle
Yorkipoo and Cockachon and Puggle Labradoodle!
Um diddle doodle doodle, um diddle ay! Um diddle doodle doodle, um diddle ay!
Labradinger, Cava-Malt, and Peka-Poo – Ferocious!
Some of these concocted names are simply just atrocious!
What will people think of next – they must think it’s precocious
