Do pets smile at us?
One thing for sure about me when I see one of our pets, I smile. Of course, I love other peoples’ pets too. Our family has three pets. A small cockapoo dog, a Satin-Dutch mix house rabbit, and our daughter’s Siamese cat, Yoda.
Punk Rocker with a Poodle Brain
Our dog Sydney, just turned fifteen. Born on my birthday, we adopted Sydney from a local shelter at the age of one. Now he weighs about sixteen pounds. Sydney tends to be all smiles. He gives many types of smiles, which make me smile back.
When we took Sydney home he lived like a tornado. We kept him in the family room in a puppy exercise pen because he had not been potty trained. Looking back that was the easiest part of his training, our daughter and I took turns tying him to our belts and running him out to “Go potty.” We used the same spot and the same cue words. He got the idea fairly quickly. But he had come from the animal shelter with a nickname, Sid Vicious. He had bitten the Vet and the groomer. He chewed on shelter staff volunteers’ fingers, too. That’s why I wrote the story, Punk Rocker with a Poodle Brain. That became my first Redwood Writer’s anthology published story.
Sydney lives with Marc and Winnie. About seven years ago, our daughter moved out. So, poor Sydney fell into a funk. She moved to be closer to her college and her job. But try and make a dog understand that He grieved the loss of his girl. Back then, we went on vacation and Marc took Sydney home. Well, his mother, Winnie, became smitten. How could a take a dog away from someone who loved him to distraction? Also, I could see that Marc seemed happier, too. Yes, I missed our dog. Yet I wanted him to be happy. Being the only one working in the home office, I could not compare with a fulltime grandmother. No way. I visit Sydney often. Walk him with Marc, and visit with Winnie. So, we have smiles all around.
A House Rabbit named, Tuxedo, keeps us smiling
Our house rabbit, Tuxedo, also adopted from a local shelter, came to us about six years ago. We had not had a rabbit since our Paris died. Not sure how long exactly, but we continued visiting our shelter and taking bunnies into their small visiting room. One weekend, I had an extra half an hour and stopped in. An alert, curious black and white rabbit looked at me. I felt sure I had never seen him before. The staff took him into the visiting room. Tuxedo did not hide. In fact, he hopped on my leg. So, I got Marc and went to visit again.
We grinned and laughed, lying down on the floor with Tuxedo hopping over, sniffing us and leaping about.
As a pet lover, I had not been lucky with cats. I had loved a few. Lost each one too soon. So, I will leave writing about Yoda for another time. As they say, “He’s the cat’s pajamas.” Whatever that means. Hope I made you smile.
Next Caturday, for our cat friends we will post about Yoda, our daughter’s adopted Siamese cat.
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This post began from the WordPress prompt on The Daily Post: Photo Challenges -Smile