Raining Cats and Dog(s)

I haven’t updated you lately on the pet situation. You may remember that a while back I thought the answer to my problems was a German Shepherd Dog. And you may remember that it didn’t work out because she didn’t like the cats. We had five cats (now six) and of course the cats were first. So the dog went back.

Then, my daughter came to stay with me and brought with her a mother cat with five kittens and a Chihuahua. They would have died if left in the environment they were in. I’m a rescuer by nature (whether it be human or animal), so our household grew.

Well, the daughter left—leaving the pets behind. We found good homes for the mother cat and four of the kittens. We kept one kitten (on purpose) and the Chihuahua by default. His name is Tiny.

Tiny had been abused for the first year of his life. My daughter took him in. Then her ex started abusing the poor thing. He was about a day away from dying when we got him

Now Tiny is a happy healthy little thing—very shy around men, but loves children and other animals. I guess we’ll keep him.

Isn’t life ironic? First I had a majestic, beautiful well-bred, highly trained German Shepard Dog. Now, as if God is keeping my pride in check, the German Shepherd has been replaced by an in-bred, misfit, homely, four pound character who has a crooked jaw, turned-in ankles, buggy eyes, a scar on his head and who snores at night. But over-all, he is the better choice.