Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Dogs that visit work

Ocassionaly we get a dog or two that will come in to work. I love it when they do, mainly because I like dogs a whole lot better than I like people. He was a boxer/american bulldog mix. He had the face shape of a boxer, but the thickness and alover size of the bulldog. He was brindle and white, with one merle looking ear. Half his face was white (that was the side with the merle ear) and the other half was brindle. His mom was doing a great job with him, doing random obediance work with him while she was there. I love to see a dog like that (which a lot of people would steriotype) being a wonderful example of the *breeds*. If only people could distinguish between poorly socialized and trained animals who cause all the issues, and those that are raised correctly.

Of course Its the same old debate...but it has so much relevance to today, so to speak.

Unfortunately days like today make haveing dogs tiring. With a pack of five, sometimes I just want to lock them all away, but of course I can't do that. They are obviously happy to see me, but when I get home from work sometimes I just want to lay down and go to bed. I hate sleeping so much, and feeling the need to sleep all the time. On the other hand they have finally *settled* and are peacefully munching on bones and sleeping on the couch. Times like this I can't imagine not having them around :). Luckily their craziness usually doesn't last long and I'm happy for them to cuddle with. Its definately a rollercoaster. Crazy to lazy, crazy to lazy.

Thats the one thing that makes having cats easier, they just sorta hang out...except when you have psycho cats that attack at a whim, poop on you when they get mad, steal food just as bad as a dog.....get into the trash, eat fuzzy *bite sized pets* (but then again so doesnt one specific little canine), tease the fish, annoy the dogs, run around like lunatics at all hours of the night, attack each other randomly, sometimes on top of you while you are trying to sleep.....need I go on?

I like my cats...Smidge is by far my favorite (as Tira is my favorite of the dogs), I love Kitten, but she's too skittish and allows the *boys* to tease her. Abner has a mean streak...but its been getting better. So that leaves Mr. One Eyed Willy....he is just weird. I don't understand him very well. He is almost like a visitor that will live with us for the rest of his life. He doesn't seem to belong, he doesnt seem to care if he gets attention, or care if the other cats like him. All he cares about is if you feed him every morning, and make sure he has a clean litter box, and fresh water. Last night he played with me with a feather on a stick. He seemed excited for it, but could care less when I stopped. He just ran off to find something else to do. I do wake up to find him on my bed every morning. He wont let the Kitten come up....but she doesnt stand her ground, and stays under the bed or in the closet.....Smidge and Abner get all excited when its time for me to get up, because that means I will feed them soon. Smidge will rub herself all over me. She likes to cuddle. She's a very good kitty.

the birds are good too. Corky is old, ancient really.....I don't think she will live too much longer, but she seems healthy considering the age. Giovanni....well he's just a grumpy bastard...but he does step up to his stick now. I just wish i could break through to him and have him not try to bite me as hard as he can, it sucks!

the lizards and the frog....well they aren't very interactive. The fish are more so then they are. I have to dig up the frog to check to make sure he is still alive...and the lizards just hang out. The rarely eat in front of me anymore...C'est la vie....

but all in all, through all the work it takes to take care of them and make them happy, its well worth it. for the moments like right now with tira and bramble sleeping on my feet, keeping them warm, sid laying next to me, and masi and daisy in a death lock on a stuffed toy, neither moving, neither making a sound, waiting for the other to give in.

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