Dog. Crazy dog.
Cute, but insane.
A dog who chews drywall and rugs, dressers and treasured wooden benches. A dog who eats glass Christmas balls and light bulbs (which was up on top of a dresser) and lives to do more damage. Some would say she is just bored and that we need to spend more time with her. We tried. Really we did. And she continued to destroy. She devoured huge sections of drywall off our mudroom walls and chewed up the trim mercilessly. So now Ellie resides outside in a well insulated dog house, where she can wreak havoc to her hearts content. When we are outside, which is almost every day, she is allowed off her chain to run and play.
We would love to pet her and love on her, but she is too busy.
She’s got things to do. Like digging, chasing, running, and weed wacking (she literally chews off small trees in the brushy area behind our house). Her favorite toys, rocks. Oh yes, and it isn’t any old rock she chooses. It must be field stone of some size. If you try to get near her when she has one of her rocks, she picks it up and runs away.
And when she loses one, she just digs for another. Above is an example. She has dug a nice trench along her run, in her never ending search for rocks. A small child could get lost in some of the holes she digs.
He purrs. He’s soft. He’s fluffy. And most importantly he sleeps…a lot! He doesn’t eat anything he shouldn’t. He doesn’t destroy furniture or walls. His biggest fault, he thinks he must have a drink of water every time he catches me in the bathroom. Weird, I know! He’s mostly independent, except for around 9:00 PM, when I climb into bed to do some reading, he joins me. He walks his furry little self up the bed and situates himself on my chest. He purrs! I love a purring kitty. Talk about being content. As I read I pet his head. After about 10 minutes he slowly gets up and settles himself at the foot of the bed, all that attention requires another nap.
I rest my case. I am not a dog person. I just don’t have the patience for it.
In a contest between cat and dog, the cat wins hands down. Goodness, the Lord blessed me with three boys in my house. I definitely don’t need another rambunctious body bouncing off the walls, leaving foul smells, and messing up my house!
What is your preference? Are you a dog person or a cat person?