Siblings

Well, it’s been over a year since my last post. No apologies.  I was kinda busy. Retired, bought a house, lung surgery (I'm OK), got a cat. And it is on this last point that … well…

Penny. Named after the part I played in Urinetown. There are pictures on Facebook and whatnot, but that’s not my point here…

Bob is a freaking bully. The first couple of months I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep Penny because of him. Because she was so small and he was so, well, mean. Bob’s a whole lot bigger and stronger than Penny, and there are times when his lizard brain instinct takes over and he goes into predator/prey mode. Thankfully, Penny’s found her claws. And so they’ve figured out how to play nice. And occasionally snuggle...such joy....

 

But sometimes lizard brain still takes over and I have to pull him off her and pin him down. I’m learning to accept that this will never change, because you can’t change instinct. The best I can do is override it, time after time after time.

So yeah, I have to acknowledge that Bob is actually a dog, not a saint. And he’s been seriously pissing me off lately. But I still love the big ole tank. I love Penny, but I’m a dog person at heart. Which is not an easy thing to admit – having favorites. No, not favorites. Simply acknowledging where my REAL loyalties lie.

Bob, this has been a really hard lesson for me. I love you, but I’m still gonna make sure your little sister has the sanctuary and love she deserves. So back the f*ck off.

With a stone in my gut..

Good Lesson. Thanks Bob. Oof.

p.s. Yes, this is a little autobiographical...