Sometimes I think I really need to get a dog but he/she wouldn't get the exercise needed and then I'd have yet another thing to feel guilty about. I've always enjoyed reading or listening to the stories my kids tell me about their pets. Mary had a cat back in the 90s (Midnight I think) and I loved hearing about him. Or was he a she? I don't know. Anyhow, he/she got eaten by a coyote one night and that was the end of Midnight. Mary was so depressed and sad.
My granddaughter, Catie, recently told me about the antics of her cat and how she has to take him out to poop because he won't go in the litter box. And I've got a ton of pictures about Sammy, Jenni and Wayne's dog and I continue to follow his life.
Now Mary and Andy have Poppy and I love her just as much. My latest email from Mary said:
Poppy was driving us all crazy with extra energy so I let
her out front without a leash. It saves me from having to go to the dog park. She
gets to do this so rare that when she does, she goes ape-shit crazy running at
warp speed through the neighborhood. This goes on for about 15 minutes and she
won’t return unless I close the garage door and go inside. She panics and comes
running. Haha. Now she’s passed out cuz
she wore herself out.
Oh Poppy. I win.
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