There is something about me that you should know. Something that I hesitate to share, as it may sway your thoughts as to if you’re in my camp or not. I’m not normally a very political person, so this is stepping out on a limb for me.
I am a dog person. Not a cat person.
I cannot be swayed no matter the campaign strategies. I have had cats in the past that I enjoyed, but my dogs are like extensions of my family. Please do not offer me money as bribes, I am above such nonsense.
Well, maybe. I mean, if you want to….
Dogs gravitate towards me. I have dogs randomly show up at my house all the time, and I live in the city. My friends are constantly laughing at the newest dog that I’m trying to find the owner of, or wondering if I should just adopt. It’s like there is a secret dog message they put on the side of my house, like hobos of old, that says I will help them.
After the loss of my beloved “first child” (my black lab named Boudreaux) to cancer three years ago, I swore I would not have another dog. It was just too hard to lose them and there aren’t very many breeds out there that have a 50-60 year life span.
So, we were a dog-less dog family for a year or so, when one day we were playing in our backyard and my eccentric neighbor pulls up in his truck, leans over our back fence and places a dog in our yard. After shouting at my daughter “Hey Sadie, look, you have a new dog”, he drove away laughing.
Yes, he really did that. I know, NO ONE does things like that. Did I mention he’s a little eccentric?
We decided we would keep her for a few days until we found a home for her. Well, you can guess how that story ends.
And now, a year and a half later, I got an itch to have another dog. I “liked” the fan page for our local humane society, which was not the greatest idea considering that daily I was being bombarded with pictures of people taking home animals to their new "forever home". But, my husband said NO, so I tried to press down the strange urge.
Then, of all things, my husband shows me a picture of a dog that a student had rescued. He asked if we should go see it. I couldn’t believe he was even thinking it, especially considering that this was a dog that neither of us had EVER considered in our entire life. But one look and I was hooked.
She is the strangest creature I’ve ever been around. She’s weird and alien and is about the size of a large rat. She has four or five different names right now (Rosemary, Rosie, Ratatouille, and Little Dog) so I don’t know if she’ll ever actually learn one of them. She has a personality that is begging to have children’s books written about her. I can completely understand the Skippy Jon Jones books now, I’m sure the author owned a Chihuahua. And she has a Hispanic accent, of course.
My friends have laughed at me, and shaken their heads in amazement. But, Rosemary/Rosie/Ratatouille/Little Dog has already been used for The Kingdom. That’s right, but you’ll have to wait a little while to find out how……..