Wait,that’s not the right beginning…at least this time,anyway.
We adopted a dog. A canine. A ferocious beast.
I was nervous but only in the beginning. Now it’s day three or five and I am good.
But it’s because I’ve always been a cat person. And cats are different than dogs. Mostly,because if you have a dog. You are a “dog owner.” If you have a cat…somewhere out in the animal kingdom…your cat is saying; “Well,I just got a person.It took me a few months…but I decided to commit.”
You don’t own a cat… The cat does whatever it wants. You get affection and attention on its terms. Not yours. You don’t train a cat. The cat trains you. You put food out-maybe it eats it.It depends on what mood it’s in.
But a dog.
A dog is completely different. A dog is like a child. You have to take it out. You have to train it. You have to be consistent. A dog is like family.You have a foster family,you have to be approved. You have to spay and neuter.
Seriously. I never realized how many animals go into these shelters. It’s ridiculous. Some have almost a thousand a month. Spay and neuter your pets.And if you don’t have a pet but want one? adopt.
Simon is great. He takes his baths.Then digs up cat poop,takes some more baths.Runs himself to death. Sleeps on the sofa and in the bed. I tried to be more firm on the bed thing. But ….
So yeah. We have a dog. Simon.
He sits. He understands “No” well,almost. He is just really fond of L’s scrunchies and shoes….