January- April 2011
One cat. Two humans. One dog. We’re sort of back to where we started, aren’t we?
Athena has gotten over her litter box misfires and is back to judging people from the tops of furniture. Zozo is completely on-program and in a good routine. They’re both cool when things get out of hand and we’re late in serving them dinner, or when we drop them at camp for a last-minute weekend getaway, or if we over-sleep on a rare nothing-to-do Saturday.
…But we’ve got this big yard. And Doodle prefers when there are other pups from which he can take his cues. We’ve got plenty of love and space on the couch.
Thus the conversations begin. A joke at first, the musings become more serious:
Where would we put the crate?
Are we ready to introduce chaos into what’s now an easy pattern?
But then we’ll have more furbabies than humans. Won’t we be outnumbered?
Answers slowly followed:
Probably beside the other one. But maybe we don’t need two?
A little chaos never hurt anyone.
Yes. Yes, we will always be outnumbered.
We started casually visiting rescue websites. Maybe a Frenchie? What about a lab? Should we find an entirely white dog to be Ivory to Zo’s ebony? Let’s get a Shetland Pony. Pigs are pretty popular right now.
Maybe we weren’t ready. Maybe we shouldn’t ruin our “good thing.”
Turns out, a little ruin was exactly what we needed.