Thinking About My Pets

Most of the time I am thinking about my pets Pets others have dumped out Pets who should probably have therapy but don’t. One of them is a large pony dog we named Buddy. He was dumped two months ago; he chews up everything. Memory foam mattress, shoes, boots, sandals, balls, bones, doggie chews, doggie toys, spoons, snow scrapers, spatula handles, cardboard boxes, mouse traps, rulers, fly swatters, and the lids off of plastic bottles. Another is my new kitty Nemo who I struggled to get to the vet for her shots on Saturday only to discover I had brought my cat Shark. Nemo looks exactly like Shark only half his weight. He fought me like a tiger when I was pushing him into a kitty carrier. My other dog Sophie Helen is a worry; when I hear her squeaking I know that Buddy is bothering her. He is ten times her size- a giant galoot, and super impulsive. My children are all grownup; my grandchildren have their friends now. And their cars, so my time is spent thinking about my pets. It is a delightful pastime, and they make life worthwhile.