Sully has been here a month and has settled right in. He’s still finding his way with all the animals, but he knows he’s home.
Zander misses Gabe terribly, they were best buds, but he’s been kind to the new guy. I suspect they will be friends because Sully is both respectful and playful, two things Zander cannot resist. Continue reading
When you’re trying to write and you can feel someone behind you. Staring.
(If she hadn’t been the culprit here, she’d be welcome)
Two years. Two+ long years and Gabe continues to wear Emma down. She’s a tough nut to crack if you’re not Bixby (or Harley) but Gabe is nothing if not persistent.
It only took two years and two weeks of patient nudging for Emma to let Gabe sleep next to her. He wasn’t going to give up until she relented.
I try very hard to make the bed while all the animals are having breakfast. Because if I get slowed down for any reason, the cats take over the bed and object loudly if I try and make it.
And as far as Emma is concerned, the look says it all: This bed will not be made.
At 16, what Emma wants, Emma gets.
I’m a terrible pet person, I don’t remember birthdays or adoption days. But this year, of course, different with Bixby. We didn’t think he’d have a fifth birthday. So grateful for this day.
And this little girl is sixteen. I remember hers because I adopted her on my birthday and she was eight weeks old…and I can count backward, LOL. I saw her little angry face at the shelter and knew she was a good fit for our household.
I tell her she’s the last of the divorce crew and we’ve been through a lot together. And she’s raised her share of Great Danes in her sixteen years. But I’ve made it clear I expect her to stick around till she’s twenty-one or more.
It’s been a good day.
Gabe got to go outside this morning. This was our second attempt. A few weeks ago I tried it and he headed to the gate, as if to leave, so I swooped him up and brought him back inside. Continue reading