Coffee time was interrupted.
Coffee time was interrupted.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that
If we were having coffee, I would be so glad to see you because it has been especially lonely around here. I hope that all of you are doing well.
Unfortunately, our kitty, Lilyrose, passed away. Somehow she got out of the house. She made it several blocks before she was hit by a car. My oldest daughter saw her laying on the sidewalk. Then Lucas brought her body back home.
We had a funeral for her on Thursday morning. My youngest daughter visits her every morning before school and then again when she gets home. It’s very sweet how she asks Lilyrose to protect all of the animals.
Although Lilyrose was with us for a short time, she was the most loved kitty in the world. I remember the first time I made coffee after she came to stay. She was extremely curious about the coffeemaker and the interesting noise that it made.
I will miss her trying to help with the dishes and trying to catch the cursor while I was writing blog posts. Her favorite show was the pointer finger on Netflix. There was a toy horse that she also loved or hated. It was hard to tell.
Lilyrose was also a fan of the Kim Kardashian Hollywood game. Don’t judge. It’s very can be very addictive. She resembles the cat in the game.
She loved popcorn and cheese. She had a baby blue color because I thought I would have time to buy her a pink one. Our time with her was too short.
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My new friend, Henrietta at http://www.madnessmatters.wordpress.com/ asked me why I don’t like dogs. It’s a valid question. What is my deal with not wanting a dog?
There’s nothing wrong with dogs per se. My heart is not completely hardened towards dogs.
Henrietta’s question made me think about the real reason. For a few months, I was a home health nurse aide. I went into various homes, where there were various dogs and cats. No monkeys.
During this time, I had the worst time with dealing with the dogs of my clients. I met some of the most misbehaved dogs on the planet.
There was “Pepper.” Pepper was the meanest Chihuahua. One day, I came a few minutes early. The owners did not have her tied up like they usually did. She charged me and bit a hole in my shoe. She just missed biting my toe. Thank goodness for having short toes.
Who could forget “Bosco”? Not me. I am still having nightmares. Bosco was a huge dog, who didn’t want to sit anywhere but on my lap. Too much dog, not enough lap. It was really difficult to work with a dog pinning me to the couch. Finally, after about 30 minutes, someone put him in another room.
I really can’t blame the dogs for being jerks. The owners just didn’t know how to handle or train their dogs. The owners in these two situations were the problem. Sometimes owners and dogs should just go to doggy school.
What was the name of that lady who had a show about dog training? Walkeeees!! She was an older lady with white hair. Barbara Woodhouse.
*Names have been changed to protect the identities of dogs and owners.
This is all of the pet that I can handle this week. I haven’t been anywhere to take pictures of anyone else’s pet.
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