Fur Family

​I’m not really sure if I’m a dog or cat person. I’ve had both. When my son was a baby we lived in a small house in the middle of a big field—the only one in the middle of a city! Along with the field came little mice. A friend’s cat had just had kittens and we talked them into letting us have two. I always believed kittens need each other for company so I never had any trouble with crying etc. Though my son enjoyed napping in my arms and the two kittens thought that was a great idea and I would often spend my afternoons with a baby and two kittens sleeping on me! Lol.
 
We only had one of the cats for about ten years. Samson thought he was a dog. He would come when you called and follow you around like a lost puppy. Super friendly. We had Peaches into her very old age. She had more of a catlike personality but was still a very friendly kitty.
 
Next we moved on to the dog stage. Growing up I had a German Shepherd. Contessa was a dang smart girl. Loved her to death.  So, when someone broke into our home and stole my laptop we decided it was time for a new German Shepherd. I’m a firm believer in adopting dogs and I am firmly in favor of avoiding housebreaking. That means adopting a shelter dog is a win win for me LOL!  Rabb was huge and smart as a whip and we lost him too soon from a heart ailment. I just couldn’t’ deal with not having a German Shepherd around, and even though my son had gifted us his energetic sweet dog, it wasn’t a German Shepherd.  Within weeks we were off to the German Shepherd rescue and found the one boy who got along with Boston. They’ve been together ten years now.
 
I still love the wise old boy that our Gunny is. Always surveying, supervising, and protecting. Only now, we have a new grandpuppy. At two he’s not so much a puppy anymore but a Golden Retriever he has plenty of puppy personality still. My son drops him off at our house during the week since my son often works 10 to 12 hour days.  First thing the retriever does is look for his friends. The next thing, all three head outdoors and romp around in the yard. For a few minutes the German Shepherd is a young man again.
 
My daughter is most definitely a cat person. She and her family have four. Yep. Four. They’re all different. Mr. Sophia is a Ragdoll Persian who is fluffy and friendlier than a dog. Frank, short for Frank Sinatra, is a true feral rescue. He loves to be loved on but only if you can catch him first! Phoebe is a black cat rescue that caught my daughter’s eye while she was shopping at the pet store and is almost as friendly as Mr. Sophia. The newest member of the family is Leo. A gray tabby barn cat – literally- that made friends with my daughter while she visited in-laws in Oklahoma. Smart cat, he now has a great home.
 
Sometimes I think when I no longer have my Gunny that I should foster rescue Shepherds, but then I think if I did, I’d never give them away! I just may have to find myself a gray tabby like Samson and Leo and talk hubby into cleaning the cat box!
 
Do you have pets? 

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