Jan 22, 2009 (#22/365)
Posted by: Devyl GyrlBlog is still down. However, today my Twitterfriend, @ThreeCentStamp, and I were discussing furfriends/pets. It made me think not only of Rascal Lee Kitten, our current fur-family member, but also of our previous fur-family members. Tween and I have had several cats, a few fish, a turtle, and (briefly) a dog over the years. It is always our feline fur-family members who stick in our hearts though.
When we lived in Cali, I broke down and purchased a dog for Tween. She was 3, and used to cry until we went to the doggy window of the petstore in the mall. She would laugh hysterically whenever a dog came near her in the park, or at friends houses. I personally do not like dogs, but was willing to try loving this particular dog, Brutus. He was a sweetheart, and loved Tween so much … he slept by her, he played with her, he loved on her constantly. One day, though, Brutus was suddenly much larger than he thought, and he jumped up to kiss tween. His front paws dug deep scratches into her shoulders, face, and chest. His teeth gashed her cheek. He was not TRYING to hurt her - he was only trying to put his paws on her shoulders and lick her as he had done for the previous six months. Sher wiggling and his still-puppy awkwardness worked against each other, though. After that, Tween was terrified of Brutus, and he was heartbroken. To this day, she has scars on her arm and face … they are pale white lines in her otherwise creamy/brown skin. Luckily she has overcome her fear of dogs for the most part, though.
Unfortunately for Brutus, we had to find him a new home. Fortunately for Brutus, I found a family that loved dogs, and had big, brawny teenage boys to play with him. I visited from time to time over the next year, but then stopped visiting when I knew for sure he was happy and loved.
