Liz and David are coming back from Santa Fe tomorrow. I’m really happy but not nearly as happy as Raymond and Elvis will be.
A good part of their day is sauntering down the hall to visit the neighbors.
I love my pets so much even if they fill me with angst.
I took Raymond mainly because he looked so skinny and sad behind the bars and they were going to kill him but also because I assumed that Elvis was bored with only me. I noticed how he perked up when he found a bug on the terrace.
Well Elvis has absolutely bloomed with the addition of Ray. He watches him all the time and keeps getting closer and closer to him. I even saw him kiss Ray (if cats kiss, I know nothing about them) when he was asleep.
Now I worry about Ray. Is he happy? Does he wish I’d take him back to his previous owner? After all he doesn’t know that they put him in a kill shelter. Will my craziness mean that I have to get an armadillo to keep him company and then a turtle for the armadillo (whose name will be Anthony)?
When I think of it Ray gets really happy when he sees David. Will David fill that empty spot in Ray’s heart?
Remember I said that you never really know what a new dog is thinking. Is it possible that Ray sees something in David that he admires? I know that he’s an elitist like David.
He never looks directly at Elvis. It’s almost like he thinks Elvis is beneath his consideration.
Is he a racist?
When we went to Stephanie’s house, he played with the pure bred dog, Lucy, but I never saw him even acknowledge her other dog, Theo, who appears to have a touch of something else in his breeding giving him long legs which, though shapely, suggest a touch of , shall we say, a dalliance of his mother with someone other than another Jack Russell?
And though Ray likes to snuggle up with me at night and will occasionally drop a toy at my feet, I do notice a certain air of contempt when I talk to him. I almost feel like he considers me “help”.
Does he, like David, think that the fact that I couldn’t point out Omaha on a map is an intellectual weakness?
Look, I’m not going to drive myself nuts with this. I found a way to get along with David, I’ll find a way to get along with Ray.
And respect isn’t everything.
Besides maybe taking a peek at the map of the United States wouldn’t kill me.
OR I could just never mention Omaha.
stop thinking abt. all of this and know they love what you have given them: life, love and a wonderful home.
Yes, yes, yes an Armadillo for Ray. They are so loving, and taste just like chicken 😂
What the heck, I dont know where Omaha is on the map either. I’m just an unsophisticated Cincinnati girl!
Hey! I know where Cincinnati is!
Oh dear! My Aunt Ruth had a purse made out of an armadillo. Really. Nothing good can come from having an armadillo.
What was your Aunt Ruth’s armadillo’s name?
You are TOOOOOO MUCH!!! so f-ing funny! xoxoxoxc
You love Raymond and Elvis unconditionally, that is clear to see. What may not be so clear is how much they love you and their wonderful new home but don’t worry…they do!
I do really love them.