I Hate To Be Political....

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.

Nora

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.

Rosemary

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……..