Reading Laddie
I love cats. I also love dogs, but I don’t have any. After I got married that was the last time I had any dogs. I’ve occasionally wanted to just bring one home, but I don’t think my husband would like it. If it were a really young dog the cats could get used to it. But, we live in an apartment and already have 4 cats and a bird and I think that would be pushing it to get a dog too.
Growing up we always had cats and dogs at the same time. I remember, though, that we always introduced them when one or the other was a baby. Usually, the cat was the baby and the dog older. Had the dog been younger it might have been a totally different story.
I remember Laddie. He was a big collie with very long hair. He was such a gentle dog. Mom said he would go around eating the rabbit turds, the cat turds and our turds. Maybe that’s why Lucy gets all blehhy when Snoopy kisses her. Though I never saw Snoopy eating a turd. It was probably my brother Chuck’s turds. He was the youngest though I believe he was potty trained by that time. Maybe I have the story all wrong and Laddie never did eat our turds. Yes, that must be what it is.
“Laddie here.”
“Hey, buddy. How are you?”
“Fine. How are you? Getting forgetful?”
“Yes, I believe so. Sorry about talking about how you ate turds.”
