But, yesterday's experience with my daughter's cat left me seeing red and not wanting to share sweet ramblings about pets and what they did for me and my life. Or what they can do for any one's life for that matter. My daughter's cat is lucky to have a home today. She is lucky to even be in this earthly life.
Monday night, my family decorated our lovely Christmas tree. A little late this year, thanks to me suffering a concussion.
I was so excited to put down my new tree skirt, and I even put the old green in the back for the cat to lay on.
The next morning, I come out to find she had barfed red throw up on the Jesus stocking (in front) and on the white part of the tree skirt. Couldn't hit the the carpet, could she?! And it had to be reddish!!!
I spent the next 13 hours carefully sponging out the stain and trying to find the feline. She was laying low! Cats do have the sixth sense.
Of all the pets my family had had, I must say Brick or Breeko is the only one I truly like. He is the one in the picture with me above. And yes, he is a pit bull. And before all of you go running off with your crap about how bad they are maybe you should read up on all the good stuff.
Brick is really called a Staffordshire Bull Terrier among other names. They got the bad rap when they were bred for bull-baiting back in England and around the 1930's in the US. Some people even today still treat them mean and use them for guard dogs.
But, if like Brick, they are raised in a good home with people who love them, you get a fun-loving dog, who likes to play and work and is very obedient. He does everything full force and is extremely intelligent. When you talk to him, he tilts his head from side to side like he is trying to understand you. And then answers back with a yip or sometimes a loud bark. He does make me laugh.
He understands the words toy, bone, park, play, peanut butter (his favorite treat), walk, and any of Taylor's girlfriends--past or present. And you best be plugging your ears if you say these words in his present. :)
He thinks everyone that comes to this house is here to play with him. He barks loudly to let us know someone is here then dashes off to get his toy. Workmen often have humored me (I think) and tossed the toy around the house for him to chase while they have installed things. Most are amazed at how friendly he is.
I usually try to put him outside when they arrive, which makes him very disappointed. I have to play with him a bit to make it up to him.
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| Catching air |
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| Bringing home |
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| Again? |
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| His happy face |
These are all of Brick having fun!
BTW: His name was given to him by his previous owner. I guess as a puppy his head was so big it kept tipping him over. It was shaped like a brick so the name just stuck. It does cause confusion with my husband's name so sometimes we add a Spanish accent to it, hence Breeko. Taylor's doing.
Pet Peeves
- Christ getting left out of Christmas
- commercialism (see above)
- zipper pull getting stuck in the down position when you need to pull UP you zipper
- 'IT' people who talk down to you
- Fixing dinner only to have others say 'Ewwwwww....'
- People texting or talking on their cells phones while trying to drive (say a highway patrol doing this while trying to merge on the freeway. REALLY?)
- People who make excuses instead of just being honest and tell me 'No, thank you.'
I will stop there for today. :)
Hope you have a great Pearl Harbor Day and Remember Those who sacrificed their all to keep us free today. http://www.pearlharboroahu.com/
Been here and loved it. Great teaching point for the kids!
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