They have come. We are filled with terror. Yes, our daughter has said THOSE words. "I want a doggie." More horrifying than any four letter word she might learn inadvertentely. It is this sole phrase that has us quaking with fear. It's not that we don't like dogs. Okay, well maybe it's more like I'm fine with dogs but Ketu doesn't like them. We are intrinsically, without a doubt as far from dog people as you can be.
Our house is filled with cats. 16 of them to be precise. And one feral kitty lives outdoors and deigns to let us feed him. There are cat pictures everywhere, cat statues, stuffed kitty toys - we just love cats!! Cats wash themselves. And (except for one notable autistic kitty) they go potty on their own. No baths, no walking in the rain or at 5 am. Cats can pretty much fend for themselves with a small bit of intervention and supervision when we are on trips. (They wouldn't agree, of course and would prefer never to have us further than 10 feet away at all times...)
So what's the problem, you might ask. Just don't get a dog if you don't want one. Right. If only it were that simple. See, we were both born with the word sucker painted on our foreheads. How can we say no next saturday when we go past rows of puppies and doggies at the adoption site? The pull of those sad eyes and wagging tails is a strong one even though we aren't dog people. With the added pressure of baby blue eyes and happy giggles will we be able to stand strong? Even worse that this same trial will take place at least once a month when we volunteer at the rabies clinic.
Speaking of the rabies clinic, it's been about 4 months since we've
Our house is filled with cats. 16 of them to be precise. And one feral kitty lives outdoors and deigns to let us feed him. There are cat pictures everywhere, cat statues, stuffed kitty toys - we just love cats!! Cats wash themselves. And (except for one notable autistic kitty) they go potty on their own. No baths, no walking in the rain or at 5 am. Cats can pretty much fend for themselves with a small bit of intervention and supervision when we are on trips. (They wouldn't agree, of course and would prefer never to have us further than 10 feet away at all times...)
So what's the problem, you might ask. Just don't get a dog if you don't want one. Right. If only it were that simple. See, we were both born with the word sucker painted on our foreheads. How can we say no next saturday when we go past rows of puppies and doggies at the adoption site? The pull of those sad eyes and wagging tails is a strong one even though we aren't dog people. With the added pressure of baby blue eyes and happy giggles will we be able to stand strong? Even worse that this same trial will take place at least once a month when we volunteer at the rabies clinic.
Speaking of the rabies clinic, it's been about 4 months since we've
been to one. The last one that we went to Miss A-chan was beginning to get antsy about sitting still for 3 hours. I'm a tad bit wary of going next weekend because it's been so long and we have no idea how she is going to react. (Her first rabies clinic was when she was 2 months old. We've skipped a few here and there in the intervening 22 months, but never so many at a time...) We're going to have to come up with some solution to help keep her occupied and out of trouble.
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