Of Cats and Dogs
I have written before about our pets. In my opinion, life is better with pets than without them. Yes, there are challenges, yes, it can be costly depending on the pet. Nevertheless, I would still rather have animals around. I don’t love all animals…I’m not a bird person, I don’t want mice or rats, I don’t want reptiles or fish. But give me a snuggly cat or a loyal dog, and I’m all in.
We have had Gracie for nearly 12 years. She’s some kind of shitzu mutt mixture…very spunky, a bit sassy, and a little particular about her food. Cash found her at a convenience store on a business trip near Houston. I was hesitant to keep her, but she ended up being the perfect pal for our Cavalier Chester. They were the cutest couple ever. Things were weird after we said goodbye to Chester last December, and she seemed unsettled by his absence. She was constantly at my feet, which wasn’t so unusual, but she didn’t (and doesn’t) like being alone.
Enter Meatball and Goose.
Meatball is Sarah’s cat. She’s a beautiful calico, also spunky and spicy. She was not the pal that Gracie needed. She wasn’t expected to be (at least by me), but they have never been friendly. And WE HAVE TRIED. Maybe we just don’t know the protocol, but they don’t get along. We thought there was a chance because Gracie and Peanut could at least be around each other. But Meatball isn’t having it.
Then there’s Goose.
Goose is a white lab puppy. Cash named him after his favorite bicycle, the Mongoose, or Goose for short. He’s beautiful. I mean REALLY beautiful. And he’s fun. But if you know anything about lab puppies, you know he’s a handful. He ate three pairs of my shoes. He rips up every toy he’s given within hours. When he drinks water, most of it ends up sloshed on the floor. He tore a hole in our comforter. In his defense, we were going to replace it anyway, but at a later time. We have taken him to Puppy Pre-K, but we have’t been faithful with the homework part on our end, so he could be better behaved if we worked with him more. That is happening. On top of all that, he is BIG. His mother weighed 70 pounds, and his father weighed 120 pounds. He is all puppy minus the small size. As of this writing, he is eight months old and over 60 pounds. When he’s older and better trained, he will be an amazing dog. The first dog I ever had was an older white lab we named Bunker, and he ranks right up there with Chester in the category of “Bestest Pupper Ever”. Goose has a ways to go, but I am confident we will learn how to work with him, and he will be an awesome dog. Regardless, for now he is a bull in a china shop.
He is not what Gracie needs. He towers over her, jumps over her, steps on her as he’s running to play. But he is now her alpha dog, and she follows his lead wherever he goes. What’s really funny is that she can hold her own when they play. To see her give him the stink eye while growling at him is absolutely hysterical. We still keep an eye on them when they play, since she is so much older and smaller and he is three times her size. Despite that fact, she can still hold her own with Goose, and she frequently puts him in her place. It’s quite the showdown between the two. Goose is not what Gracie needs, but he is what Gracie gets.