White Dog shook her head sadly as I petted Quinn's big wet head, "Really, mom, I think we should seriously think of getting this lumpy boy some professional help!" She always tends toward to melodramatic (as if I need to tell you regular readers that) and her latest diagnosis is based on two incidents over the past days.
Yesterday when the White Ones were opening Daisy Mae's Paw It Forward gift, we discovered that The Other White Dog is not model material. He gets very nervous when he realizes the camera lens is pointed at him and acts as though he might be injured by its invisible rays. The flash sent him running from the room. He refused to return until quite some time had passed and he made certain that the weapon was no where in sight. White Dog just laughed at his silliness. "This isn't rocket science, Quinn," she taunted. "You come. You sit and pose. You get treats. It is a no-brainer for food, buddy." "Stop talking to your brother in that tone," I parented as I calmed TOWD. "You have grown up being photographed so be a little understanding!"
Last night and throughout today we have experienced much needed rain which has broken the heat but made for more wetness than we are used to. White Dog enjoys the gentle drizzle from inside but the idea of going out and getting even her feet wet makes her shudder. She will delay necessary breaks until she cannot hold it any longer then dashes from the dog door down the steps of the deck and as soon as she touches ground she lets go; then it is a swift scramble back inside. We discovered Quinn last night standing on the deck head turned toward the clouds soaking up the rain. He came in when asked (and shook the entire living room damp) but really wanted to just enjoy the rainfall. Several times today he has done the same thing and comes scampering back in re-energized and happy as a lark. From this White Dog has concluded he is loopy.
I am continually amazed at how different the personalities of these two are and it is a constant reminder that each of us marches to the beat of our own internal music. Now, if I could only convince White Dog to embrace Quinn's quirks and accept him for his marvelous uniqueness...
P.S. If can, please go by help poor Harlan. This is what our C-A-T friend, Brain has to say...Poor Harlan got out and was hit by a car. Although his basic vet care bills have been taken care of, Harlan will have to have his right front leg amputated. That’s going to be a bit expensive and since he is a friend, I’m trying to do what I can to help. Harlan will be able to get along fine on 3 legs and his family loves him very, very much.
You can read about Harlan and if you or your woofie friends can, kick in a $1 or $2…as we all know, every little bit help. My ChipIn Page for Harlan can be found HERE. Please purr and woof for Harlan’s healing. Thanks