Pets, animals, God, just God, beautiful things, phenomenally beautiful things. Additionally, just an amazing mirror to see yourself, more on this another time.
Look, to be honest, personally have not been the greatest pet parent in the past while also being great at it while I was. Sangers, Shar-Pei, talk about stupid beautiful animals, one day he ran into an open car door, cut his head right open. The wound needed care which I gave to it, lots of care, but it needed professional care, or at least professional eyes. I was lucky (and thorough too), no infection and it healed well.
When I went walkabout into the national parks where domestic pets are not allowed, years ago, passed him onto a girl and her mother. The girl just loved him, the mother was not as convinced. However specific I was about him being very poor on the lead, especially around other dogs, they took him. Ever since have asked myself if I was specific enough, did I give enough detail; questioned it as I saw them walking him a week later, just before leaving, struggling a little.
Poppi, one-eyed rescue cat, this thing went from a terrible life to just the most beautiful one. Her hair from straw to the softest of soft coats, beautiful thing. She went to my sister the last time walkabout happened, sorry Poppi it’s still going buddy.
Rachel’s pitch for her wasn’t great, one of our cats just got run over and the girls would really like another one, it’s great timing.
‘Rachel, I’ve had better approaches …..’
I see what you mean.
But, anyway, no issue. Poppi was awesome because she could not jump higher than the couch, her depth perception was not great, no scaling fences for this one, she’ll be right. Besides, Poppi also went from not coming out for the first three months at home to loving attention, just me was not enough.
Funny funny, Sarah complained after a few months of having Pop that she was not affectionate enough. Completely true, at this stage she wasn’t affectionate at all. We break up not long after and Poppi becomes a completely different animal, hilarious. So, now she is at a house with two women and two young ladies, perfect perfect. A house that has always looked after their animals extremely well.
The thing that shits me however with pet owners, several things, but it is the inital thought that shits me the most.
Sangers, I did not plan to do what I did, it just came, was time to be away from the world for a while. These things happen, the intial plan was to be best buddies forever. Poppi, well, had a six year contract in my dream job, a really beautiful life, every intention to stay, never move. As you know from part one this was a very unanticipated change.
There is a dog here at this place which is horrible, it really is, a Greyhound, two-years old. Still a puppy, or mischievous adolescent. It is super bored, super duper bored. It is no wonder, it has no yard to play around in, no grass at all, only a fucking terrace. God, again, mate, this time in the form of Barbara, how do you not use your brain mate? Poor bloody dog.
So, that shit shits me, but animals do not at all. Not even this bloody thing that will come up and lick me as soon as am off guard. Buddy, seriously, I know I haven’t been licked in a long time but the licking from you isn’t anywhere near an effective, or enjoyable, replacement.