Well, here it is 2 a.m., and still no blob started.
“Okay, so let me tell you about my pet.
When I first saw her I was sure she was the one. Buff colored hair, and just a little bit on the timid side. She came from a litter of seven and was the middle one.
I was able to watch them interact at meal time, and let me tell you, it was noisy. The parents and the entire litter was skeptical of this strange person in cowboy boots. The parents were, I felt, ready to keep their middle litter buff girl away from this person they knew nothing about.
Would he be trustworthy and be able to treat her right? What kind of kibble would he provide? I sure hoped they would warm up to me as I could tell she did have good bloodlines.
The father was a Great Dane, but a gentle giant. The mother, a Poodle with all the energy of the energizer bunny. Quite the offspring one might think. All were very different but also the same.
The one I was able to have the good fortune of being able to do my best to provide a roof over her head, have a yard to run and play, and kibble for her to eat and water to drink was absolutely the right choice.
A very loyal companion, she wags her tail when she gets her hair brushed, and loves unconditionally. She likes to ride in the car and look out the window and gets excited when she sees other animals – especially horses – for some reason. She always eats what I put in front of her and doesn’t complain. She is very hungry in the morning. Likes to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep.
My pet – as it has turned out to be – is my life-long companion, my best friend and my wife. For this, I thank the Great Dane and the Poodle for the pick of the litter.
Oh, by the way, I have a cocker spaniel named Molly, and she is pretty special too.”