Hi All--
Deja-vu--seems I have posted these words before, but I need to get them in on this thread!
I live with two little-old-lady canines of mixed breeds about which Jack Halyard and I often play guessing games. Tiny little Poco, "Jack's" contribution to our happy home, is blonde and bossy because she grew up with HUGE dogs! She is 13 years old and has one tooth left, but that tooth is a killer.
If she is disturbed when she doesn't want to be, or even if she is just playing, she has a fierce growl and facial expression that would probably make a big hit on YouTube or something. It's like she morphs into a creature from another realm. Otherwise, she is absolutely gorgeous, and I call her our "movie star dog". The most we know about her background is that she is some kind of terrier--perhaps mostly Yorky or Cairn or Skye or whatever is the smallest and has the rock-star haircut!
Then there is my dear companion of about 14 tears--her name is Porsche (after the car, not the man--I didn't know anything about the man when I named her.) She started out being "Chica", but it just didn't fit her, although she does understand Spanish! I met her mother, who was a black, long-haired dachsund, but apparently the father was a little guy as in probably Scottish terrier. She is so beautiful to me and her little body is so unique that I always say she is living proof that God or Mother Nature or the Universe has a wonderful sense of humor! We have been through so much together....oh, and she got her name because she runs so fast (still), and I figured she would be the only black Porsche I would ever "own".
Our dogs our about the same size, and people call them our "bookends". Once I was out in the yard with Poco when she first came to live with me, and a neighbor remarked that he thought I had bleached Porsche!
And the lovely feline by whom I am presently employed is black with green eyes and has outgrown both the dogs, even though she is only about four years old. She and I insisted she stay behind when my youngest daughter moved out. Of course, my daughter named her, and so she was stuck with "Mischief". (Kitty translates that as: Ms. Chief.) We call her "Missy" or mostly just "Kitty". Not a lap cat, but otherwise very affectionate.
"Bird-bird", my poor little displaced cockatiel (originally "Caesar" but later "Maya" after the egg-laying event
) left her body for bluer skies a couple of years ago. I miss her music, but celebrate her freedom.
Well, except for the creatures that make their home in my backyard, that's my list. Friends and family have, over time, started calling me OWMA--"One With Many Animals", because I always have at least three, and often more than that.
InPeace,
InLove
