Cats and Dogs

We, for the most part of our married life, have been a pet free family with the exception of one old fat cat. I love that cat. We got her 8 years ago from our vet.... she was older, fixed.... exactly what I wanted. You see, the more children I've had, the shorter my patience has gotten. So I have no time for a kitten or puppy. Thus the old, fat, set in her ways cat has always been a perfect fit. I tried to find a picture of her because I know we have plenty but for some reason I couldn't and I got tired of looking. :) Ok.. just added this pic of my fat cat because I forgot about it. They were sitting there and my sister was here and she said, "you need to take a picture of those two big booties together," so i did!!!
Well, fast forward to this spring and for SOME REASON we decided we were ready for a dog. So after much searching and thinking and talking to people, we decided to go to a rescue organization to get a dog... and then decided on Basset Hounds... then decided on Bonnie. We got Bonnie around the end of May. She is such a sweet dog with issues. She is as pretty as a picture. But why in the crap did I decide I needed another thing to bathe, feed, take care of, and clean up it's puke??? And we have already established I'm not the best housekeeper, and yet I bring in this thing that sheds all over my house! But I guess the good outweighs the bad: the children love her, she greets us at the door when we've been gone for an hour like she hasn't seen us in a week, she makes us laugh, and she tries to be a guard dog. William gets so tickled that she sleeps in a bean bag. She has her cute little dog bed and most of the time, she chooses to curl her big self up in the boys bean bags. One thing about Bonnie though... she's a basset hound. She loves to lay around and sleep. She gets wound up and wants to play every now and then, but mostly she just wants to turn over so you can rub her belly!!!! So, I guess that's why William decided to throw this latest surprise on us and tell us he wants to get this kitten from our insurance lady. He shows me this pic of this sweet little kitten. I definitely had my reservations, but I gave in and off we went to get the sweet little kitten. Well obviously she'd taken that pic about 3 months before then!!!! Cause this was a 3 month old (i called him adolescent) kitten. But he was adorable and the children fell for him immediately, and so off we came to bring him home. There were many names discussed on the ride home because he'd been called Cocoa and William said no, he needed a "manly, cool" name since this was going to be another male to take up residence in our home. So he got pegged Bubba. Yep, we have a cat named Bubba. Bubba is a pain in my ass. He gets into EVERYTHING. Seriously, I have a 2 year old who already does that for me, I have no idea why I have to have an animal to do it too. This cat jumps on my table and has now discovered my counter tops. Don't let him in your room at nite....because he will attack your feet through the covers and use your hair as a playtoy. He scratched on my couch....my fat kitty has NEVER scratched my couch. He attacks fat kitty and she's not real keen on that. But there are times when he is so sweet. And he can be so cute sleeping in his strange spots and strange positions that I usually have to grab a camera.And the other thing that Bubba has done has been to become Bonnie's best buddy. They have the best time together and it really is so funny to sit and watch them. They chase each other around this house.... we call them the "Bonnie - Bubba Express." You can hear them coming down the hall. They share each other's food. When Bonnie is wanting Bubba to play she'll get down on floor with her tail wagging and start moving her head back and forth in front of Bubba and barking at him. (ok, its doing that weird blue underlining thing again... WHAT is up with that???)They really are sweet. And now they've started sleeping together!!!How sweet are they? So I guess Bonnie and Bubba aren't so bad. They really do make me smile. And the boys need a dog .... and I guess a cat.... to grow up with and throw balls with and stuff. Just don't wear black pants to my house. :)
Ok, maybe this cheered you up after my last entry.... sorry!!!!!