A Blog Is Born
Okay, I have jumped on the bandwagon and joined the world as a blogger. Mainly as a retort to my husband’s blog, Sugar and Lard. But unlike his blog, and him, I am way more scattered, so I couldn’t keep my thoughts to one subject, like food. But I have to say this letting the world know your internal dialogue is really really weird! Now we’ll be fighting for the keyboard!
We currently have 2 dogs and 2 cats. Let me just preface this by saying when my future husband met me, I had 10 cats. So I am a sucker for a sweet furry face, what can I say? One of the cats was mine, Tilly from the pound, but the rest had showed up at my doorstep hungry, and one was pregnant – cats add up fast, like rabbits. I was able to get them all vetted & altered, but man it takes a lot of work and money to take care of that many animals. So I found them homes, hopefully all good homes, but sometimes you have to take a chance and hope people aren’t big fat mean liars. My mother was horrified that I had so many animals & was sure no one in their right mind would marry me if I had that many animals. Especilly since I let the cats sleep with me.
Luckily, Scott, my husband, isn’t in his right mind. Don’t get me wrong, he is way more stable than I am, but somehow I charmed him into having cats! I kept Tilly and one of the new cats, Marmalade, that was just too skittish to let go to anyone else. They get along well, and keep each other company.
Scott calls cats vermin. He is not a cat person. So for him to 1) meet me when I had 10 cats, 2) continue dating me & 3) eventually marry me was a huge sacrifice on his part. So I said let’s get a dog! A sacrifice on my part (not really because I love all animals, but I have to pretend I am giving up something for my poor husband).
Scott called me one horrible wet hot September day, and said we have a puppy. Our puppy, Gourdie, was one from a litter that the neighborhood Momma Dog had near where Scott works. All the neighborhood businesses got together and adopted one of the pups. So I didn’t even have a chance to see this long-legged, wormy, wet baby before he was ours. Thank goodness Scott has really good taste.
Gourdie looks like a deer. He is lanky and hound-like and goofy. All legs. People probably think we never feed the boy. I wish I had his metabolism! The cats hated him at first, but now ignore him, as all cats can do. A year later we got married.
A week before the wedding I begged for another dog. My friend, Mike, had found a street dog that needed a home. I had the dog over for a home visit for the weekend. It was love at first sight. People really think I’m crazy now, getting a new mouth to feed the week before our wedding. But hey, what’s one more??? Gourdie loves having a brother to wrestle with and it has saved our furniture.
So now we have Tilly, Marmy, Gourdie & Ike. I couldn’t have planned it any better. The only other animal I am allowed to have though is an outside cat. I’m just waiting for one to show up!
