* chuckles * Kind of sounds akin to Brother "Br". He takes me task and is the supervisor. The GP / Lab mutts' mother kind of took him under wing. Br thought he was puppy.
Well, Br ensures everyone gets fed and weer (water). He walks me
through the process of a morn and evening. He also does come when someone is out of water, gives me what for.
He likes to walk the bottom here with me. Going around the parameter of 3 acres once is around a quarter mile I'm told. Weather fares well and I can get
through some pain, I try circling four times a day at least. Br walks right along.
We have Bucky now too. Swear he's a Br clone. He too walks along, has started acting like Br in as much as ensuring feeding and watering go on. Not sure they realize I do it anyway. *chuckles*
It's alright. Know the difference between cats and dogs. You feed a dog, you're a god. Feed a cat, they're a god. But Br & Bucky seem to have done the amazing this Winter.
First time we've lived here and not had field mice come into the old drafty hovel in Winter. I'm proud of those two tom cats, they disprove only mommy cats are good mousers. I told them that was their
rent, keep us free of mice.
I can understand how loss lingers. Still recall having to had another old dog put down. Much as I thought I would, I could not. My mom took him to see the vet, stayed with him.
She told me that he understood. He was a smart ... Airedale terrier mutt that my brother got from the pound when I was fifteen. He was with us until I was well into my thirties. I miss him still, he was also a very mellow fellow.
I would be lost without critter kids. Wife jokingly suggested we move into the city. I jokingly told her, "one word, begins with D." She chuckled and confessed that she had no stomach for city life either.
Well trying to keep to
vaping, some of my dogs enjoy a
buddy breath of second hand vape. They all seem to like the scent of Hawk Sauce,
dad is around when we smell that. A couple like the Whiskey Bent scent but the cats like Strawberry Shine. Darn nutty cats.