And I really like my homestead partner-in-crime, Tobi.
The first time I saw one of these squeaky little doggies, I knew I had to have one. A few months later during my college days, Country Man came for a visit, and guess who accompanied him in his four-door Chevy pickup?
Tobi the Totally Talented Terrier.
I was a bit smitten.
Or a lot smitten, maybe.
That first night, we stuffed all two pounds of her into my winter jacket (it’s cold up in the northern part, eh) and headed for Wally World, where collars and blankets and little itty bitty sweaters and food and treats filled our cart.
I was like a little girl with her beloved Barbies. Well, I take that back. If that were true, I’d have been reported to animal services when her head popped off.
No, I couldn’t pop Tobi’s head off…
Instead, I would make sure she was snug as a bug and safe as a birthday cake wherever we went. And safe she was, keeping me company during my last year of formal education.
I remember her waking me up at 5:30 one morning, most mornings, and I let her outside to do her business. She saw a pair of go-getters getting their walk on, and decided to join them. So me in my shorts and t-shirt, bed head and sleepy eyes chased her down the block barefoot and scooped her back up, thanking the walkers for stopping her.
We had a talk on the way back to the house…
She never ran like that again, thankfully, but that didn’t stop her from executing her puppyness in other ways. Like the time I took a shower and had her wait in the bathroom, only to come out and see a cloud of chewed up toilet paper covering the floor, half a new roll demolished in 15 minutes…
…or the time she met Country Man’s dog and he showed her quick just how unimpressed he was with her and her unending supply of energy. I’m not sure if dogs get hurt feelings, but she sure acted so.
But that was over four years ago, and now my furry farm companion is going on five.
So happy birthday to one cool cat…
So now I’m wondering… are you head over heals for your animal friends?