Monday, September 12, 2005
I love animals, I really do, I guess it has just been so long since I lived with one. And isn’t it funny how accustomed our pets become to us. This past weekend John and I house sat for my parents in Ft. Worth, well we were really there to take care of their animals. They have three dogs and two cats, but my sister took one of the cats for the weekend. If there are any animals that have become accustomed to their owners it’s these animals. You see my parents go to bed at about 9 p.m. every night and wake up around 4 a.m. or 4:30 a.m. and these pets have really gotten used to that schedule. I mean naturally at 4 a.m. the two small dogs that stay inside need to go to the bathroom, so who do the call for? Me, and then at about 5 a.m. the cat is tired of being inside and wants to go out too. Not to mention that once I bring the dogs back in the older little terrier wants to sleep with me, little did I know that this 8 pound dogs takes up almost half of the bed and turns into a 110 degree heater when sleeping. So the sleeping was night exactly wonderful. Then my old cat that I had left at home when I went to college, who still loves me more then anyone else in the family, now only drinks water out of the bathroom faucet. Isn’t that weird, anytime you are in the bathroom he comes running and wants you to turn on the water. Oh and also the big dog, a mix German Shepard we discovered is deathly afraid of the water bowls that have the jug of water that feed water into the bowl below. Who knew? She hadn’t drunk anything in almost a day or two and when we finally went outside she went hysterical barking at the water bowl. It was crazy. So, I must admit that I am not ready to have pets, at least not four who go by my parents schedule and lifestyle.