Our fieldhouse is a guest house above a garage on a farm, and our landlords have several dogs. I’ve heard rumours that there are five but so far I’ve only met four– an ancient collie-type, a shy elkhound, and these guys:
Okay, the black one’s name isn’t really Snortles. But I don’t know what it is, and he snorts when he breathes. They come thundering up the stairs for a visit once in a while. I used to let them in but they tend to run around and go crazy, including trying to climb into the cupboards (they don’t have doors) and climbing on my bed (a mattress on the living room floor.) Plus, well, they kind of stink. So now I just go out to visit them and ignore their sad faces when I come back in. Although when I go out to visit them they still climb on my leg, eager to be petted, and get my pants all dirty.
Don’t tell Chai that I’ve been playing with dogs instead of him. But he is probably busy with his own crazy antics at my parents’ place.
Do you call yourself a cat or a dog person?
I like both, but cats are less stinky and drooly.