The K9s are like our children. They are loving and naughty and hungry and need constant care and did I say loving? Rocky and Molly are like chalk and cheese but they have big hearts and wagging tails. There is nothing quite like them out patrolling for rabbits and foxes. The foxes are also patrolling for rabbits. Rocky has arthritis so he isn’t as fast as he once was. Molly is like the pocket rocket. I bet she could outrun a greyhound. Of course she is mental to boot while Rocky is mild mannered and a grand old gentleman. Molly is like Dino from the Flintstones. She leaped from one couch to the other onto the back of the vicar. She’s a bit excitable and there is no hope of teaching her manners.
All in all they are a joy. There is nothing like the licks of love. The nibbles are a bite too far but I can’t stop her. For a wee doggy she is extremely strong and persistent. Squealing and laughing only gives Molly the chance to lick your tonsils. Molly Dolly is glued to me like a shadow. I can’t go anywhere without her. It must have been traumatic for them to be abandoned even though the kennel animal lovers are very good and kind. It’s still not the same as sleeping with your head on mammy’s pillow and getting a scratch behind the ears and tummy rub every day. And then there are Frosties and milk for breakfast. Doggy heaven is simple to do.
I don’t understand why or how people are cruel to creatures. Not only dogs but as I love mine to bits I am angry when I hear about the things that human’s do to them. What about the women who put the cat in the bin? And what about the wee dog that was tied with wire to a fence and left to die in agony? Dogs are forced to fight each other for sport. What sort of sicko’s can do that? I wonder how they would like to be put in a pit and goaded to tear each other to pieces.
One of the things that takes us to the fair is the way Molly sits on Rocky. She plants herself on him but sits backwards. Go figure! She thinks nothing of robbing his chew off him. She is bad to the bone.
No one should get a pet unless they are committed to care for that wee creature. Too many people get them and dump them like rubbish.
The sis and her husband have Collie’s and they are smart as smart can be. Barney and Rubble know when it is time to go out for a walk and they don’t care if it is raining or snowing or blowing gale. Dogs are creatures of habit and have a desire to enjoy life. They also know when it is time for a pancake before bed. Dogs are very sensitive to our feelings and love us unconditionally. Grey Friars Bobby is a prime example of the love and loss they feel.
When I take Molly to the care home mum is in the inmates light up. It’s amazing.
Cats are very superior to humans in their attitude and do their own thing. The Egyptians deified them so they are ancient cat gods. I bought Brenda’s sox a lovely throw and he let me set him on it and caress him then he bit me and scratched me. He was a tad disturbed because when B got him she thought he was a she and they were bringing him up as such. Then they discovered she was a he and had him “doctored”! Serious physiological problems me thinks. Who wouldn’t have? So there you have it. Get fish! Oh that is also problematic if they are tropical and the electric cuts out. We thought we’d have to bag the wee lovelies and take them in to Hippy at the Fin and Feather last year but all has been well since. The suckers are as nuts as Molly but they are beautiful and soothing creatures. And they don’t need walked nor do they take up all of the bed or pull the stuffing out of two couches … yes Molly Dolly … I just shopped you. Woof yourself you Numpty hound.
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