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Pet Therapy
I was never much of a pet person. Our family had a brief fling with a dog, but Lucky bit a neighbor’s hand, and had to be sent back to the “farm.” Now that I think about it, Lucky was actually the name of our bird, who was the first to teach me about heaven, when, one day after school, I found him on his back with his legs up, stiff as a board. We buried him in the backyard. Ever since, I’ve been dander free.
Along the way, I learned to be a pet diplomat, by never ignoring my friends’ animals, and lavishing attention on the dog or cat of any man I was interested in. But my heart wasn’t in it.
And then, I adopted Lily and Rose, and fell head over paws in love with them. (See what happens when you’re smitten. You get corny, and show their photos to everyone. Incidentally, that’s Lily. Isn’t she precious?) Now, I can sit for hours and watch them sleep. I arrange play dates, take them to the vet, put away their toys, wipe their butts. I could go on about my beautiful girls, why I’m happier because of them, and how a lonely Saturday night isn’t lonely anymore. But I gotta go. Rose is barking, and it’s time for her walk.
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Hah! Your baby is adorable!
I’m the proud mama of a little boy. He just turned seven this year! He’s getting so big–20 lbs. already! Really needs a haircut, too. I’m trying to encourage him to be more independent, but he’s a real mama’s boy and wants to sit on my lap all the time.
Also, I don’t mean to brag, but I think my son is gifted. One of my friends just had a baby, and I don’t want to be mean or anything, but he doesn’t even know how to purr! My little bundle of joy was doing that from almost the day he was born! I’m looking into Mozart for Felines.
I was just wondering when my cat-friend was going to come visit, and then I read your post, and seconds later he showed up at the door. I declare Lily and Rose good luck!
Christina
My dog refuses to let me sleep all day and feel sorry for myself. She is part of my network, my support system, my sanity. She is my true companion.
(See, all us pet people are as corny as they come).
you’re right. Lucky was the name of the bird. The unfortunate puppy was named LuluBelle. the puppy came from a client whose name was Lou and the only requirement for keeping the puppy was her name include “Lou” somewhere…