|Resistance is Futile
||[May. 27th, 2010|09:22 am]
I am like a junkie, trying to get off Dog. |
About once a week, I fall off the wagon and peek at a greyhound site or two. And there's always a dog that would be PERFECT. Okay, they're greyhounds, so, not so hard. But I do need a younger and a healthy (non-major racing injury) dog in order to do the shows. And it's got to be cat safe. And, not unusually large or small, since I'm representing what a greyhound is, and we've already got a boy at the big end of the spectrum and a girl at the small end.
Okay, and brindle, probably, because I lurves the stripey dogs and it's a color pattern, dirt-common, that again, our group has under-represented.
And you're probably thinking - way to be fussy, Mere, but the sad truth is, even with that level of particular, there is a PERFECT grey available right now. But I'm not going to look.
Don't get me wrong - loving the freedom. No worries about boarding, walking - although I've missed the walking a lot this spring and have ten extra pounds on my hips to prove it. No worrying about water, or food or beds, or whether the car's too hot, or whether we can be away all day and then go out again at night.
But there's still that big greyhound shaped hole in my life. Which maybe, over time, would scar over...
But the freaking cats are making me nuts. Who knew, it would be the cats more than anything, that have me counting the days until it's adoption time. (Which is post-Halloween, so that we don't have to do the whole boarding thing for summer vacay, and all the weekends of MDRF, plus Halloween)
I don't know what role Percy and Willow filled in the cats' lives during the day, but obviously, it was the role of the adult human in the house. Funny, I'd always assumed that the cats thought of the dogs as just larger cats.
But seems they viewed the dogs as four-legged humans. Because when we come home, the cats now go nuts. Like they've been alone ALL DAY. ALONE. With NO supervision.
There's stuff knocked off of counters, clothing and toys and blankets dragged everywhere. Tufts of fur and bad feelings from fights and hissy fits. And the neediness, oh, my goodness! Hold me, touch me, pick me up! I can't sit still for a minute without a cat trying to crawl on me, lick my hand, tap me with a paw, burn holes in me with stares of urgent need. Those of you who know my cats are thinking, wait, aren't they always like that? No, my friends, this is much worse. A whole 'nother DefCon Level.
It's like having a houseful of furry leeches. I have nightmares about waking up and finding them stuck under my skin like ticks.
153 days and counting....