Both of our animals are female. I have always been opposed to male pets (I had an unfortunate incident with a male dachshund where he lived up to the nickname "wiener dog") and have a strict rule that any mammal in the house whose sex I have control over will be a girl.
I've heard all the reasons why male animals are better...they aren't as possessive, they are more affectionate, they are less stubborn and so on...but I can not be dissuaded. I want girls.
As responsible pet owners, both of our girls are spayed. But they still seem to have a way with the boys.
The cat isn't really a fan of other cats, and since she lives indoors, this isn't much of a problem. But we used to live on the first floor of a very large apartment complex and she liked to sit at the back door and just look out at the woods behind us. A large male cat, named Figaro, decided he had to have her. He would come to the back door, stand on his hind legs and cry for her. While this did catch her attention, I don't think it had the effect he was hoping for. She would look out at him, hiss, then stand up and hit the glass where his face was. Figaro was a persistent boy though, and he came back night after night crying out to her. He was a very affectionate cat and would meet us at the car to say hi. Once he even followed us into the apartment, hoping to finally crack the ice on his love's heart. But it was not to be. We moved shortly there after and have never seen Figaro again.
As for the dog, she is quite a beauty. She is told this on a daily basis by strangers we pass on the street. So I think she feels the boys should adore her. I know she feels all dogs and many humans should be submissive to her and lie down at her paws. She has had no shortage of boyfriends from the day we brought her home.
Her first boyfriend was a black cockapoo named Oscar. They played together for a few months until she became too big to be evenly matched. There have been a few other boys that have come in to and out of her life; Chief the 9-year-old husky who really wants nothing to do with her, Norman the labradoodle puppy who flops at her feet, Porter the boxer mix who loves to be her chew toy, Duncan the yorky who clearly thinks he is bigger than he is, and on and on. But her heart belongs to one dog and one dog alone...Denver.
Denver is a "blue" great dane. He is at least two and a half times her size and has been a part of her life from the weekend we brought her home. When she was a tiny little puppy, Denver would play gently with her, putting her entire head in his mouth and then rematerializing it with nothing more than a bucket's worth of slobber added. The two have gone on hikes together, they have gone on car rides together, they play together, do yard work together, they spend a lot of time together. Denver is a very gentle giant, but he is the only one who is even somewhat evenly matched with our queen. Many mornings, she will drag me to Denver's door so she can see if he will come out. If she hears him outside she will run out onto the patio and call down to him, all Romeo and Juliette like.
Sadly, this love affair has come to an end. Denver's parents are moving and while I am sure we will see them again, I doubt it will be with the frequency it is now. I guess these star-crossed lovers are destined to stay that way.
At least this has been good practice for my husband for when we have human children. He already knows how to scare off the boys, with or without a shotgun.
I've heard all the reasons why male animals are better...they aren't as possessive, they are more affectionate, they are less stubborn and so on...but I can not be dissuaded. I want girls.
As responsible pet owners, both of our girls are spayed. But they still seem to have a way with the boys.
The cat isn't really a fan of other cats, and since she lives indoors, this isn't much of a problem. But we used to live on the first floor of a very large apartment complex and she liked to sit at the back door and just look out at the woods behind us. A large male cat, named Figaro, decided he had to have her. He would come to the back door, stand on his hind legs and cry for her. While this did catch her attention, I don't think it had the effect he was hoping for. She would look out at him, hiss, then stand up and hit the glass where his face was. Figaro was a persistent boy though, and he came back night after night crying out to her. He was a very affectionate cat and would meet us at the car to say hi. Once he even followed us into the apartment, hoping to finally crack the ice on his love's heart. But it was not to be. We moved shortly there after and have never seen Figaro again.
As for the dog, she is quite a beauty. She is told this on a daily basis by strangers we pass on the street. So I think she feels the boys should adore her. I know she feels all dogs and many humans should be submissive to her and lie down at her paws. She has had no shortage of boyfriends from the day we brought her home.
Her first boyfriend was a black cockapoo named Oscar. They played together for a few months until she became too big to be evenly matched. There have been a few other boys that have come in to and out of her life; Chief the 9-year-old husky who really wants nothing to do with her, Norman the labradoodle puppy who flops at her feet, Porter the boxer mix who loves to be her chew toy, Duncan the yorky who clearly thinks he is bigger than he is, and on and on. But her heart belongs to one dog and one dog alone...Denver.
Denver is a "blue" great dane. He is at least two and a half times her size and has been a part of her life from the weekend we brought her home. When she was a tiny little puppy, Denver would play gently with her, putting her entire head in his mouth and then rematerializing it with nothing more than a bucket's worth of slobber added. The two have gone on hikes together, they have gone on car rides together, they play together, do yard work together, they spend a lot of time together. Denver is a very gentle giant, but he is the only one who is even somewhat evenly matched with our queen. Many mornings, she will drag me to Denver's door so she can see if he will come out. If she hears him outside she will run out onto the patio and call down to him, all Romeo and Juliette like.
Sadly, this love affair has come to an end. Denver's parents are moving and while I am sure we will see them again, I doubt it will be with the frequency it is now. I guess these star-crossed lovers are destined to stay that way.
At least this has been good practice for my husband for when we have human children. He already knows how to scare off the boys, with or without a shotgun.
Luna too is Denver's one and only true love(well, besides his dog walker Kat). While Luna won't have the opportunity to call to Denver from the balcony, she will have many play dates in his new backyard where there is plenty of gardening to do together.
ReplyDeleteShe will be so excited! You don't see it, but when we go out she ALWAYS tries to drag me to your front door. When she is successful she sniffs a bit and then sits on your door mat hoping you will magically open the door.
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