My daughter and her boyfriend moved out recently: so I am now free to let you in on a secret. Are you ready ?
While they lived here, we had a total of seven -- YES ! SEVEN ! -- dogs in our house: in a semi-detached house with a small yard. Two of the dogs were rescues, that they were fostering. Luckily, Kait's boyfriend, Des, is a dog trainer, so things were not as chaotic as you'd imagine. Nevertheless, as far as the poop production goes, it was very impressive.
|Kait working with her wonderful, Red-nosed Pitbull, "Sooki".|
But I can hear what you're thinking: and you're right. Seven, is too many dogs.
My other two boarders had moved out over a month ago, taking their two cats with them.
Did I mention that Kait's boyfriend, also has two cats ?
Yup. We were living in a lil' house with SEVEN dogs and SIX cats ! And FIVE people.
|A funny sign from the Happy Dudes Surfing Emporium.|
Are you sitting there with your mouth gaping open ? There certainly were days when I did.
|Des's beautiful pit bull, Rascal, enjoying the rope swing.|
So in this house full of dogs, would you be surprised to know that Wendy and the Des's female, Bouvier, Liza, were the "alpha" dogs. Wendy posses a calm demeanor, but the mere subtle curl of her lip causes Trey to flatten his ears and turn away in deference to her higher status. She doesn't need to fight. She exudes confidence.
|My cats, Roswell and Butters.|
Surprise number two, regards the identity of the "alpha" cat in our animal-hoarding, home.
|Roswell, my space-alien cat.|
I'm still pet-sitting Des's two cats: Max and Bocce, aka, "Bean", so I'm currently living with two dogs and four cats.
The house seems so much bigger now.
This is the first time I have been alone since I retired here in '09.
Ahhhh bliss ...