There are advantages…..

My blogger friend Jenni got me thinking on this subject.  Another douche bag man…she’s thinking of getting a kitten instead.

Worked for me. I don’t need no stinkin’ man I got me a baby kitty…..Ozzy.  Let’s see, what are the advantages?  Snuggles on my neck every night, doesn’t go out “catting” around, always happy to see me, and never leaves the toilet seat up for starters.  Clean as a whistle, doesn’t leave dirty clothes hanging everywhere, doesn’t take up much room in the bed.   Doesn’t have any bad habits, like smoking, drinking, or doing drugs.  Likes reality TV shows and Animal Planet.  Gives you hugs and kisses whenever you want.

Any disadvantages?  Sure, as in any relationship, you have to take the bad with the good.  Ozzy expects food and water in his bowl at regular intervals, and expects me to clean his waste every day.  Also uses me as a springboard for his nightly gymnastics.  Chews up all my strings that dangle.  Occasionally has bad breath.  Gets a little carried away with smurf bites.  Tongues a little raspy on the face.  Likes to try and trip me.  And, yes, he is an animal, not a real man, who does have an occasional use.  There are obviously a few men out there who could trump my cat, but they are just delusions illusions of reality for me, lol.

But overall?  For unconditional love?  Please, no contest.  A cuddly kitten or puppy will win every time.

To puppy, or not to puppy….that is the question

If you follow me at all you know that last week I lost my beloved lab Mollie to kidney disease at age 12, and just five months my beloved golden Maddie also at just age 8.  Broke my dang heart, twice in a short span.

I have always said these two would be my last dogs.  It is too painful to lose them.  Plus when I’m working it is a long 12 hour day for a dog to be home alone.  A dog door with a fenced yard does help, but dogs get lonely.  That’s why I’ve always had two for the past 12 years.  I had another golden angel, Maggie, who also died at just age 8, before I got Maddie.

My vet suggested fostering, or perhaps rescuing an adult retriever.  You don’t get the cutesy puppy years, but at least they are somewhat trained and not so needy when they are older.  And hopeful don’t still chew.  Retrievers are BAD CHEWERS.  Just ask my woodwork and carpet.  And shoes.  And clothes.  I remember when Maddie was a puppy and the neighbors would think I had a wild hot tub party the night before, because my unmentionables would be strewn across the back yard!  This puppy in the picture though……I’ve always had a hankering for the English White Golden Retriever.  Their fur is so light, and their eyes are extra dark brown, which makes for a stunning combination.  In my mind, there is nothing more beautiful than a Golden Retriever.  Their fur is so soft and flowing, their eyes will melt your heart, and they are so gorgeous running across the lawn, with their ears flopping and tongues lolling.  They truly do smile all the time!

I suppose I really need to think this over.  It is a HUGE committment to mother a dog, especially a puppy.  You needs lots of time, money and patience.  It is well worth it for all the unconditional love you receive back, especially the sloppy kisses.  And there is nothing better than puppy breath!  But.  In this economy and with all the other issues I have at hand, perhaps not the best idea right now.  I have a middle-aged cat, Simon the Siamese Scaredy Cat, from my sister.  At 21 pounds I think he qualifies as a medium-sized dog.   He will do just fine for now.