Are You a Pet Lover? – I Have My Moments!
Frivolous Fun Friday: Yay its Friday! (Ermm actually, for me, it’s Wednesday! I have a busy schedule (mine and my teams’ leaving do and a special birthday party for a very sweet one year old) until Sunday, therefore I am trying to plan ahead and get my posts ready; in the eventuality that Saturday’s post fails to make a showing I wanted to just say apologies from now -I know you will understand -and maybe even glad that’s one less post to read *stares in disbelief* –not impressed! *sulks off into a quiet corner and cries a huge boo hoo hooooooooooooo*) -now that I have that off my chest; back to Friday’s post; it may be shorter than normal (time-constraints etc) but I hope it will entertain you somewhat.
(As always, there is a pdf document at the bottom of the post for those who may find this a difficult read.)
ARE YOU A PET LOVER? – I HAVE MY MOMENTS!
I was not born into the world as a pet lover; well not to my knowledge anyhow. Sure, at school, we had Gerbils, African snails -did I mention Gerbils? Those pesky rodents -you call it scratch, I call it bite; yes it bit me! How dare it!!! How dare my school teacher appoint me and my table to safely harbour the Gerbils!!!! Since then my love affair with pets of any kind diminished dramatically. I had already had a dislike to dogs [one had followed me as I was going home and ambushed the path of safety (I’m sure he/she -I didn’t check for fear he/she would attack -did I mention I was going to the infants at the time -that’s Primary School to those who do not know.)], my list grew.
It was not until College (Sixth Form Centre) did I begin to warm to pets. My mum had brought a kitten for my baby sister; for some unknown bizarre reason this kitten (we called it Tombish) followed me everywhere -even when I resorted to climbing on the furniture to get away from it -I even closed doors behind me so it would not follow me. Eventually I failed to keep my distance; the pesky thing forced me to love it and then we were inseparable; it’s ironic I was later appointed the person in charge of taking Tombish to the vet -boy was that a task in its own right! I have one very vivid memory of such a trip -the first venture ever! We did not have a cat basket for such occasions; mum had recommended I carry Tombish in my jacket (zip her up inside my over-sized leather jacket and carry her like a baby in my arms); unsure, but with no other feasible options, Tombish and I set off to the vet. It started off quite well until we hit a busy main road and a very towering lorry drove past -what felt like full speed! Tombish (a house cat and not familiar to such industrial sounds) jolted in panic and scarpered towards my back and cowered there. I could not coax her back -besides I was looking like a fool in the middle of the pavement trying to pat my back! I eventually unzipped the jacket, which released timid Tombish; the first direction she fled to when she escaped the hold of the jacket was the busy main road -think of the horror that swept across my face! Silly me! I should not have panicked -Tombish has more sense than marbles so she stopped at the curb -perfect timing for me to pick her back up and encase her safely back into my jacket. The rest of the journey went well and there were a few admirers too -obviously of Tombish who else! 🙂 Our journey back was a little tense as a woman got on with a dog; now my Tombish has not once had an encounter which such a creature so naturally I was close to passing out, fellow passengers were showing the same concern. At this moment, I recall praying feverously, it worked, the dog and its owner got off and then we (Tombish and I) returned home unscathed.
My aversion to dogs finally changed when it came to a head-to-head moment, at University, when I decided to take on lodgings with a lady who had a cat and a dog. What can I say -sometimes you just need to take the bull by the horns. So I accepted to lodge with this nice lady and her King Charles Spaniel who kept growling at me -with fear apparently! I always prepared myself for the growls as I entered his abode, the kitchen, he cowered under the table and growled a low grrr -this continued until I vacated the kitchen; we had an understanding. The King Charles Spaniel (I forget his name so let’s call him KCS for now) finally accepted I was not threat. (Why would I be -I had no plans in taking over his snacks, his bed or anything else he treasured!) This spectacular day was when I released him from his empty home, (the nice lady had gone away for the weekend to London); I, on the other hand, had returned earlier from my stay in London. The KCS yelped and jumped up and down for joy when I came home, -talk about a special welcome home! From that moment, forth we bonded and my natural apathy towards dogs diminished.
I have a few more entertaining tales to tell of encounters with pets/animals; those I will leave for another Frivolous Fun Friday as now I really have to dash! Do you have any interesting animal stories to tell? Are you an animal lover or do you despise them vehemently? I would love to hear from you and your delightful tales.
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