I am convinced that Scooter believes he has become a cat. He sleeps with Twiggy and her kittens, he romps with them and lately, he has been eyeing their food.
So I am considering getting him a canine companion and in the process of deciding what kind of friend that should be, I came across this old post.
It is dearer to my heart now than it was on the day I wrote it.
On the day I retire, I intend to stop by the animal shelter and walk out with the oldest, ugliest, most cantankerous mutt I can find.
I do not want an attractive dog. The very word attractive bothers me. It comes with too many expectations: like grooming, food off the top shelf and staying indoors on muddy days; ugliness comes by itself.
As for congeniality, while it is good to have a friend, it is equally good to have a day off. It is hard enough to explain why I must go fishing alone to a spouse, why add a dog to the mix?
The same goes for lineage. Breeding is too often an affront to nature. The best breeding is done for size, speed and strength, the worst is for fashion. As a consequence of reckless breeding, hips deteriorate prematurely, teeth impact and hair becomes a source of eye infections…
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