Pet news:
Bayliss the benighted, beautiful and best boy ever on his buttons. He never ceases to astound me with the combo of words he uses. I spend too much time trying make a narrative of his poetry. Or make them fit into what I think he’s feeling.
Ah, well it makes for an interesting day.
I never quit being thankful for the serendipitous way he came to me. He found me. Almost like he was sent here.
It has me thinking, there’s only one right way to get your dog.
PTB must prescreen dogs and persons. Have an event in some quiet field. Line the people up and one at a time release the adoptable dogs and let him choose his forever person.
I’m determined to send my ideas to people who can do this. I’m convinced it will work.
I’ve had many ideas like this. They’ve rarely been used. (Well, never)
I can’t understand why. Hmmm? Peeps just don’t respect my vast brainy-ness.
Never you mind. One day soon, I tell you, one day …
The cats are in various states. The Siamese are constantly bickering. The are bro and sis and have always had a bit of a rivalry. It’s gotten to a point I have to intervene. I told Bear today he was fixin’ to learn what water in the face felt like. I’ve never liked that as a deterrent for bad cats. I may be rethinking it.
Jojo and Haricot are still in cat love. Grooming and cat hugging. Jojo spends hours grooming Haris long beautiful ruff and tail. The hair flies in garage. She’s also shedding for a summer coat. I’m slightly sneezy about this when I spend time with them.
Jojo has stopped his tree climbing exploits. It took us ignoring his plaintive wails for a whole afternoon to accomplish this. It wasn’t easy. But I lived thru it.
Oh…he did too.
The Chihuahuas. Well. Those have to be the most irritating little shits.
It sorta grows on you. Yeah, like an itchy rash.
Some reason they love me best. Mid-dau often says I stole her dogs. I swear that’s not what I wanted. They instinctively knew who was gonna be alpha in their little pea brains.
They’ve learned some of the speech buttons themselves. By osmosis, I guess. I was teaching Bayliss, they watched him get treats. Oh, goody. We want some.
It’s funny to see. It takes some actual pressure to push the button. They have to bounce two paws on the button. So it looks like a tiny spastic horse trying rear up. I laugh every time . Of course they get a treat. And pets.
They are potty trained, flawlessly. If you have Chihuahuas, that’s saying something. And I did it. I can also forestall a yapping session, if I catch it early. They also bicker. No stopping that. We ignore and hope no one bleeds.
I have no trouble with them in walks. I thank old Betsy for that.(RIP).
Aside from the grandwrex,(who are fine. Busy and noisy)
That’s it for the lot of them.
We are all doing good.