Whew. We almost missed it, but it’s National Pet Week! You humans are supposed to “celebrate the way pets enrich your lives.”
Get to counting, Mama.
***Mama here. It might be easier to count if the basset DIVA wasn’t drooling and spinning and spitting as she sails through the air whilst chasing the wee one through the house, over the furniture, through every room, using the sofa as a trampoline…
Even though I use HBO words and my back aches when she pulls like a freight train on a walk, her dogged determination live life to the fullest delights me and dares me to make the most of every moment.
I also adore this precious wee one. She’s a strange mix of fearlessness and anxious timidity, but when she’s happy and secure, she’s a beautiful, bouncing girl. Nothing makes me happier than seeing Gretchen Greer bound down a trail or bounce through a field.
Getting them the exercise they crave keeps me healthy too, but I also take great comfort in their companionship when I am trying to shut out the world and they quietly insert themselves into my walled fort. Heck, I even find Sissy’s not-delicate snores amusing and reassuring. All is right with the world when the DIVA can sleep so soundly, with her puppy – I’m pretty sure that’s how she’ll always view Gg – intruding on her space in the name of togetherness.
And we all appreciate that others are kind to our pets too. The girls got some pet week lovins’ from some students at our firehouse for an emergency vehicle driving class, and from some of the regulars who are used to Sissy slinging slobber far and wide, and who know to talk sweetly and make no sudden movements around Gg.
Happy Pet Week to each of you from all of us!