I am a dog person who is married to a cat person and we have both as pets. Four cats one of which seems immortal (way more than 7 lives). We have had Clinton for so long, none of us remember the exact year she came to live with us. My son brought her home from a high school party. He now has a son in high school so yes she is really old, and has a boy’s name (Clinton Portis played football for our team that year). The other three cats are Zoey, Scout, and Red. They are typical cats. Mostly lounging around and aloof.
We also have two dogs. Both Shiba Inu breed. Seven is the older girl dog. She is what we call the omega dog (as far from alfa as you can be). She just wants to play, and will back down from any other dog. Sweeter than honey.
She was so sweet, that five years later we had the opportunity to have another puppy from the same breeder. We didn’t even hesitate, and thus the title of this post. Juneau is the cutest puppy that lives. And why she is still alive today. She has in her short span eaten the corners of our coffee table and kitchen chairs, chewed holes in our walls, and eaten every pair of glasses that I own including the ones NOT from the dollar store which is the only place I shop now for them. She is a a horror to walk, because she runs and jumps at every blade of grass in between biting Seven’s and my ankles.
I know my puppy Juneau will outgrow all of her flaws in about six months, and join the good girl dog club with Seven, but until that day I will take any one of the four cats who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me than the Tasmanian Devil who resides with us now.
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