The most popular post on this blog since I started it in 2008 was not about writing or reading books. It didn’t involve an inspiring quote or a collection of amazing photographs. It was about our furry friends, our companions of the four-legged variety. Does this surprise you?
The original post appeared on April 3rd, 2012, so some of you may remember it. It was called Dogs vs. Cats–A Diary. (You can read it here.) This single post has received a HUGE number of hits over the last 17 months and proves yet again how much we love our animals. Perhaps we love them even more than we love our books.
I’m not sure what I’d do without my 2 dogs and 2 cats. Life would certainly be less enjoyable. And like these diaries show, our canine and feline friends are very different.
The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now …
The first pet that I loved with my whole heart was a dog named Brecken. (I haven’t told Emma about him, so please keep my secret!) He was a Springer Spaniel and a bit goofy, but oh, I loved that boy. Back when I was a psychotherapist, he sat in on most of my sessions. He was one of the first therapy dogs. Though he died years ago, I’ll never forget him.
What about you? Do you have a pet that you’ll never forget?
UPDATE: I am happy to announce that both of my novels, Seeking Sara Summers and The Secret Sense of Wildflower are now available as AUDIO books on Audible, Amazon and iTunes! READ by the author (that would be me).