It's an amazingly, beautiful, quiet morning here. Well, except for the sound of my refrigerator - humming and grunting, it will probably die soon. I think I may have lost the ability to sleep in, as I awoke bright eyed and bushy tailed at 7:30. So I grabbed my Ipod and took myself for a rainy morning walk, and after I got back, took my shower and settled in with some coffee I picked up this book, which I have been putting off finishing for a couple of weeks now...
Yes, we all know how the story ends. Perhaps that's why I've been putting it off. I saw the movie and cried at the end - and proclaimed that it was terrible, and I vowed to never watch another movie starring any pet; dog, cat, fish, bird - whatever. The book has been in my collection for quite some time now, but life got incredibly busy - and I just put off reading it, however, I love John Grogan's writing style - so picking it up for a fun read a couple weeks ago was a treat for myself.
Until this morning, when I had to finish the story. I've been picking this book up at random times reading snippets here and there and laughing out loud, recounting memories from my beloved furry friends through the years. This morning I was weeping. Not crying. Weeping, as I was trying to finish this horrible, awful, no good book! Damn you John Grogan. I mean, thank you.
This is my little baby Elby. If you knew me in my youth, you know that I went nowhere without this precious furball. She had an affinity for bananas, belly scratches and walks in the stroller with Naomi when she was a baby. Yes, she sat next to her in the stroller. We had 15 years together. Miss her dearly.
Buddy is not as portable, and not quite as smart. He cannot resist chasing cats, walking YOU and pulling you with his leash, jumping up to lick your face and howling for no reason. He also likes to spoon, lick the lotion off your hands, steal your food if you walk away, and he thoroughly enjoys propping his ass UP against any fence or tree and crapping. Large amounts. Did I mention he also enjoys rolling around in dead animals of any size? Dead seal in Cayucos - 2007. I have never seen him so happy. Yet at the same time, I don't think I've ever been that angry at any of my pets than I was that day at Buddy. However, he is my boy, and I love him.
I love waking up to this face.
Don't let him fool you. There is nothing regal about him. After I took this photo, I had to fight to keep him from pulling me down the ragged cliff behind him for a closer sniff at some vegetation. Buddy currently resides elsewhere, and sees me for visits, - we are looking for a rental where we can have our big bundle of boy back with us.
Can't leave Rambo out. :-)
