The GirlsSeptember 7, 2006
Been hanging out with the girls today. Well, I do that a lot, actually. Digit, my cat, is part of my soul, but dogs are somehow more companionable, aren't they? They're pals. My cats aren't pals. Digit is sticky and prickly and offended most of the time, but we still sleep together. We hold hands. Here he is, almost-sleeping next to me:
Oh, he's my heart. Really. Adah is a peach, and sweet as all get out, and we like to see each other, but Digit is my main man. Several people have commented lately that they find it funny that in the Hehu House (our last names, combined, in a joking way that seems to have stuck) we have two women, three female dogs, a female cat, and an ex-male cat who has had his male part removed (really, he's a tranny, due to a urethra-crystal emergency some years ago).
So today, even though it's been a Take Care of Crap kind of day, the day that you make all the phone calls that make the world go 'round, all the phone calls that you've been putting off, HOA stuff and plane reservations and doctor's appointments and crap, we've still had some fun. Went on a long-ass walk over at Pt. Isabel, Miss Idaho getting out for the first time since her surgery. (BENIGN, by the way. Woot!)
I tell you what, there is nothing in the world as cute as a chihuahua with a cone head. I told people it was her cuteness amplifier, and that we were going to leave it on permanently. Some laughed. Some just gave me a look and walked their pugs quickly in the other direction.
See? She is the picture of dignity.
Until she burps.