This may seem banal after my last few posts, but it’s something on which I mused while celebrating this Memorial Day in the garden pulling weeds. I think it needs to be said, just to lighten the tone on here.
I am much more like my dog Rusty than I care to admit.
Oh, I know, I’m a supposed to be this Cat Lady, all adorable fluffiness and purring, and believe me, I am, but Rusty and I have a few parallels as well.
Ways in Which Rusty and I are Similar:
- We are both destructive, even when we don’t mean to be. It’s like we don’t know our own strength…or an appropriate napping spot.
RUSTY:
Exhibit A: Rusty digs holes in our planter, for napping purposes.
There used to be a pretty plant there
Exhibit B: Rusty rubs his itchy spot along the edge of the house, thus leaving a nasty racing stripe comprised of oil and dirt. Did I mention his favorite activity is rolling around in the dirt, especially if it’s a hole he recently dug?
Exhibit C: Rusty ate the gate because he wanted out of the dog run. ATE the gate.
NATALIE:
Exhibit A: I scratch up beautiful furniture by my carelessness. Obviously, I don’t respect wood.
Exhibit C: I slam cabinet doors.
- We are both extremely loyal. Like, you threaten my family or friends and I’m going to rip your face off, no questions asked; the same is true for him. There, however, is where our similarities part ways – he will gladly dismember a mailman, because oh my gosh, those postal workers are pure evil. PURE. EVIL. MUST. DESTROY. ANYONE. IN. UNIFORM.
- We both have intense focus; like, to an unhealthy degree.
RUSTY:
Rusty will zero in on a ball and demand you play fetch with him. He gazes at the little rubber implement of joy with laser-like focus, as if willing it to move with his mind. Engage in a game of fetch? Forget it – the boy won’t let you retreat until you’ve thrown the ball no less than fifty-thousand times.
NATALIE:
I too focus earnestly on tasks I enjoy. Neglecting to eat dinner while I’m writing is a common occurrence. I can pick at my split ends for large chunks of time without any eyestrain breaks. Reading an engaging book? Forget it, you’ve lost me for the next 24-48 hours, depending on how quickly I finish it.
That’s all I could come up with for now. Thanks for letting me come clean about all that. It’s really a load off my mind.
A Rare photo of us together. Hmm, our coats kind of match…creepy.