Everywhere I go these days, I see puppies and dogs that I would like to have. I am a bonafide dog lover! I especially like larger dogs, although I do love Bernie.
I’m not really and truly a “cat person”, but I’ve even begun to long for a Ragdoll kitten – from everything I’ve read, they’re practically a puppy! Evidently, they are easily trained to stay off of countertops. I want one just like the kitten on the left above with white socks!
And while I’m dreaming about all the pets that I cannot have in my current condo situation, I would also love to have a cockatiel. I figure we could grow old together.
Ahhh, but this little girl below is who I really and truly would like to find in my Christmas stocking this year!
Just look at that sweet face.
I would name her Emma…
I’ve written several posts over the past few years about my longing for a dog.
The post below is just one of them…
A good thing I’m honest…
It has been an absolutely beautiful day today…complete with sunshine, an incredible blue sky and puffy cotton clouds. I put my Susan Boyle CD into the player and drove the twenty-five scenic minutes into town to return some videos. I realize the word “crowd” is relative, but as small towns go, the town was crowded. It appeared everyone else in town had come up with some excuse or other to be out and about in the sunshine. Since we all live with five months of rain each year, the sun should signal “go” for each of us here in this small town an hour or so from the Pacific Ocean.
On my way back home, I stopped at the Melrose Country Store to pick up some ice cream to go with the 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and 2 chocolate chip cookies I had rationed us when I picked up Subway subs for us a few minutes earlier. Hmmm…what is wrong with that picture? No, don’t tell me. As I was leaving the Melrose Country Store, two young men held the door open for me. I smiled and said thanks and started walking to my car.
There he was. Big, beautiful and yellow. He was sitting all by himself in the front seat of a red Dodge Ram dual-cab truck in the parking lot of the country store. He had the perfect block head and I was guessing because of his size and his head that this amazing creature was male. He looked big and powerful…and, yet, I knew he was probably a gentle bear. A gentle, labrador retriever bear. I stopped walking and smiled at him. He smiled back. I’m serious. He was standing in the seat and wagging his tail by then. We talked for a few minutes. I told him that I wished he could go home with me. He thought that was a wonderful idea. He looked at the door handle as if to say, “well, what are you waiting for?”
All I can say is it’s a good thing I’m honest…
p.s. Obviously, these aren’t my precious pets (yet) so all pics are courtesy of the internet.