Destruction

We don't have kids, but we have 2 dogs & our cats. We call them "the babies". We do plan on having kids, but it will be a while, so please stop asking. We'll be those parents that everybody thinks is their grandparents but so be it. Anyway I wish people wouldn't ask that. Right now, we're those weird dog people & yes this post is about our animals. If you don't like it, there is an X button in the top right corner of your screen that you may click at any time. I won't stay awake at night thinking about it.

So we have Bibi, Bear & Happy (a.k.a. Hap). I've cleaned up enough poop, tinkle, vomit & mucus that I feel prepared for kids. Bear has chronic bronchitis. Every few months he hacks up mucus & we put him on the only medicine that will help him & it's a steroid so he is a little overweight. However, he is the best dog in the entire world. He was my buddy when Chris went to Iraq. When I'm sick, or Chris leaves for work at 4:45 a.m., he gets in the bed with me. He doesn't bark, but when he does it scares me. He will play and I wouldn't trade his sickness for the world.

Bibi had a tinkling issue that I thought was a bladder infection but it was just a cat that was spiteful. Bibi was/is the first cat I ever owned. He is a sweet cat. My dad does NOT like cats. (I think that's an understatement) He tolerates Bibi. He's a great cat too. He is healthy and will make you pet him and has never bitten me. He's popped me in the face before but that's a cat. I've always said I don't think I could ever et another cat. I'll probably end up with some mean hateful thing so I'd rather do it Seinfiled style - go out on top.

That brings us to Hap. Happy is a very cute dog. That is about all I'll give him. Chris had him as a puppy and I wish he had stayed with me cause I trained Bear just fine. See, Chris' other dog Prissy died when he was in Iraq. So he came home & ultimately got Happy. Prissy loved to play with socks!! Chris wanted Happy to play with socks & love them too. The only problem is that Happy loves to destroy them. A sock is a sock is a sock is a sock. Prissy knew which socks to play with. Happy doesn't. Happy likes to destroy things such as glasses (3 pairs), comforters, couch cushions, shoes and the most important thing - my memory card. Not just any memory card but the one that had pictures from all of my wedding showers INCLUDING a great picture of me & Poppa (my grandfather). The other items that he destroyed made me just fuss at the dog. But the memory card caused me to shed tears. Some of those pictures I'll never get back. He gets in the garbage & eats things like tin foil, raw chicken or pork juice, dirty sponges and anything else in there. He has yet to get sick. I typed ALL of that to say that his picture should be next to the word "destruction" in the dictionary. Don't fall for his cuteness as he will use it against you as you're picking up a thousand pieces of a sponge he dug out of the garbage!! (just like he did last night)