Who Really Runs the Show

If you’re not particularly interested in people’s pets, just quit looking at this post now.  Can’t tolerate all this running on about dogs and cats?  Check out a recipe blog.  Because it’s time to reveal who really runs the show around here.  First, there’s Holly the Pomeranian Diva Dog, love of my life, a major reason for my staying the course.

 

 

 

 

 

As you may have guessed, I’m besotted by this animal.

 

Next is Mrs. Minnett, a rescued Chihuahua……abused, overweight, wary of human touch when she came home with me.  Now a fit, happy little troublemaker with a wonky tongue.

 

There’s two cats.  Mostly, they like to maintain their personal space.  Tonks (with a nod to Harry Potter) the fuzzy black giant, may appear to be dead in the first photo, but I’ve included another to prove this isn’t so.  Fiona is the old girl.  These pictures reflect 1) her reaction to the political climate here in the U.S. and 2) her opinion of the candidates.

 

 

 

 

 

And then there’s my lovely departed girl, Emma…..gone on ahead.

 

How much emptier our lives would be without these companions, these fellow travelers who teach us so much about love and commitment and beauty.

 

4 comments

  1. Kim says:

    Carol — Don’t you know it.. who really runs the show? My love Boonter – an English Springer Spaniel (emphasis on the Spring 🙂 … who has managed to make us buy a king sized bed so he can stretch out :-)…

    What we do for love right?? 🙂

  2. What a delightful peek at the real power behind the throne. Such cuties one and all, although I confess to being partial to tabbies so Fiona might get my vote. She clearly is very wise in her opinions.

    While I’m down to only one boss of things around here, Amaterasu Solaria lives up to her sun goddess name and is clearly ruler of all sun spots that show up to be lain in.

  3. I volunteer at an animal shelter. So many fantastic dogs and cats, but not enough people to give them the home they deserve. People living without a dog or cat in their lives are truly missing out on one of life’s biggest joys.

  4. Animals, and I’m partial to dogs (because I’m allergic to cats), help us to live in “the moment” and experience each day as it unfolds. Just as caring for someone with dementia does. When we care for someone with dementia we have to go into their world, because they are no longer capable to come into ours in order to keep them happy and calm. In a way, dogs do that for me too. I have an Old English Pocket Beagle named Lily. She is my life.

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