Sometimes you just have to let our furry friends speak for themselves, like they did in this New York Times article on what Leona Helmsley's dog Trouble should do with all the money her mom left her:
“Cats? Let them get their own millionaire.” — Sidney, a 7-year-old pug who lives in New York.
“What I would do, is get the biggest jar of peanut butter, and I’d open my own dog run with no other dogs and a thousand people.” — Nina, a 5-year-old beagle-Labrador mix, between tummy scratches.
From the Tribune today: "Dog day care may be the hot trend for pampered pets, but some homeowners in Crystal Lake are trying to pour water on a proposal to open one in their neighborhood, citing worries about yelps, smells and safety."
I'm so blessed. Twink has a sixth sense about my moods. While she's tenaciously playful, she calmed down last night and snuggled with me till I got up. All felt right with the world with Twink in my arms. Her love is real all the time, in full effect. She's not sometimey ...like some folks, I know.
Babies and furry critters .... These are two of my favorite things: My nephew, Josh and my baby, Twink. Come to think of it, those are my only favorite things. The rest of you can bite my buns! And believe me, there's plenty.
You can take them out of the wild, but ... I'm nearsighted, so the sight of a furry blur in the corner of my studio caught me off guard when I woke up this morning. Alas, Twink has completed the dismantling of her stuffed squirrel: That was a tail I saw. I tripped over the poor squirrel's head on the way to the bathroom.