posted by Evi on Dec 1
Every morning on the days I ’m not working, The Smooch and I enjoy quiet time. I bring my coffee and the morning paper out to the lanai and Smoochie Cat springs onto my lap for a petting and hair removal session where I pet him and pull out loose fur by the handful. Then he snuggles down for a catnap while I fold and re-fold the newspaper in a futile attempt to read around him.
Well, all that ended on the advent of the dog, Pistol. First I have to walk him so he can get his bodily functions out of the way. My husband walks him before going to work early in the morning but Pistol doesn’t always use the outdoor facilities at that time. The stubborn little prick has to be slid out the door (we have laminate flooring) then carried down the steps. When outside he stands there like a statue. If I’m lucky I get him to follow me on the leash otherwise it’s pick him up and drop, pick him up and drop. Most of the time he ends up doing nothing and we go back inside.
Then he follows on my heels, literally, into the lanai and plops himself down at the side of my chair. Smooch isn’t having any of this and keeps his distance.
Finally, this morning (Sunday), I got up and Bill wasn’t home. I figured he went out to pick up something for breakfast. Not knowing if he walked the dog, I decided to leave him in his cage so I could have a few minutes peace. I brought my coffee and the paper out to the lanai with The Smooch following behind. I then shut the lanai door so I wouldn’t have to hear any whining and whimpering from the kitchen. Smooch leapt on my lap and we were back to quiet time.
Didn’t last long. Bill came home and let the dog loose. Pistol headed right for my chair in the lanai and the cat jumped off my lap and under the chaise. A few minutes later I hear this Godawful hacking noise. Turns out it’s Pistol puking all over the floor. Usually Smooch is the one who pukes; hairballs, strings, you name it.
Bill got the floor cleaned up (his dog), then made breakfast. Quiet time was over.
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