As a child, there was a dark side to living with the ranch animals. Every horse I ever tried to ride drug me under a low hanging limb or dumped me in a blackberry bush. We had a goose that would chase me around the yard trying to bite me. Ducks only poop on cement for some reason and a great game of tag on the lawn was ruined by the dog's little presents (you don't pick up dog poop on the ranch). Coyotes and wild dog packs chase down your cows and sheep. Animals are eaten. Animals die.
|Me and Murray, Stevie's "brother".|
In Germany, it's a law that you have
to walk your dog every four hours...
So it is no wonder that I am not particularly enamored with animals, much less having them as pets. Even though I do have a cat whom I love, Miss Bella, I don't particularly like sharing my living space with animals.
We took care of my mother-in-law's poodle Stevie for a brief period after she passed away. For some odd reason dogs seem to sense when you don't like them, and that just makes them try harder to change your mind. Stevie was attached to me...maybe because I rescued him out of the fishpond twice. But I eventually sent him back to Texas to live with my hubby's sister.
|In Germany...stunning duck that poops on cement walk.|
Zoo animals are often captivating to watch. And certain dogs are just plain adorable.
|Urban farm animal in Seattle|
|Mean goats...but cute|
Capturing the essence and personality of an animal with a camera must appeal to me, because I seem to have some great shots of my furred and feathered friends.
|If I had a dog, it would be like Roxie:)|
And they make me smile...so, me thinkest I protesteth too much:)