Hi folks… This may seem a random post but it isn’t. People who are friends on FB will probably have noticed that today (May 19) is a birthday. It isn’t my birthday, that’s New Year’s Eve. It happens to be what I call The Hound’s birthday because, that is the day we met. I don’t typically remember such things because other than knowing how long I’ve had a pet, the exact day doesn’t mean much to me. That is the day, in 2001, when I walked into a shelter looking for a replacement for my previous dog. That one had to be let go for legal reasons that I wasn’t financially prepared to fight. I waited a month before I decided that without a 4 legged furry creature, the house was just too empty. I was having arguments with myself during that month and worse, I was losing those arguments. Prior to that, I would have arguments with the dog and I would still lose. That or he just didn’t care what I had to say. Anyway, I had no clue of what I was looking for when I walked in to that shelter. I didn’t know who or what I was going to meet. All I knew is it would be the tail wagging variety of animal, a dog. This was a kill shelter (those who don’t get adopted, meet their maker). They take a little longer to do it than the city pound but it’s just a fact of Fido’s and Fluffy’s life in that particular shelter. I don’t know if that shelter is still the same way though I’m sure it’s still there. No Kill shelters were kind of a new thing at the time, I think.
May 19 was on a Friday that year and the place was crowded. Lot’s of potential homes for the residents. Lot’s of people looking for puppies or kittens. Many of whom, I suspect, had no idea what they were getting themselves in to. The young little animals, I’m told, are just like babies and have to be taught everything and constantly looked after. Kittens, perhaps less than puppies but they still need a lot of time if they are to become more than just, the cat. I know that every year, a lot of animals end up under Christmas trees or next to birthday cakes. Only to be dropped off somewhere when it becomes apparent that these creatures actually require time, money, and work. I am convinced that The Hound, was the product of one of those birthday parties. It’s fine by me I guess because on a personal level, 2001 really sucked ass. I’m not even referring to world events here, for me, this had to be one of the (but not THE) worse years of my life. He turned out to be the highlight of the year.
I consider myself a loner as I don’t need or want a whole lot of people in my personal life but I do need something breathing and moving to take care of and sometimes, let take care of me. People disappoint me too often and I suppose I disappoint them as well though I’m usually unaware of it or too stupid to recognize it before it happens. I get offended but yet, I’m not suppose to offend. I guess it’s that way for everyone. I’ve never been married and doubt I ever will be. I’m not interested in becoming the bad part of a statistic. I don’t have any kids and, again, doubt I ever will. Most likely that ship has sailed for me. In fact, for reasons I won’t discuss here, it not only sailed at one point but was torched as well. Other than the 4 legged kind that is. Pick out the one you want, train them, and long before you get absolutely sick of them, they die (joking a little there, don’t get too worked up about it). That’s a bit of a rant… sorry.
May 19 also happens to be my father’s birthday. I think I may have mentioned all of this before so if it sounds familiar, there may be good reason for that. That’s probably why I remember The Hound’s anniversary date here in my home. As pets go, he isn’t very demanding, never has been. He likes to be fed on a regular basis of course, and is always willing to accept a treat of some sort. He has his quirks that I’m willing to live with, some of which, he got from his previous family. I don’t think they treated him very well when he didn’t seem to become the model citizen they thought he should be. If his original family ever happens to read this, I’ll just say thank you, and your loss.
By the way… This Saturday (or Sunday) Special feature is now also one year old. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading some of my stories and rants.