All things are poochy

Just a quick note, as I'm shortly heading out to meet up with my friend Amy and her new dog!!! I love dogs (well I love all animals) but because of my lifestyle (long working hours, etc.) it just wouldn't be fair for me to have one, leaving it alone all day long. Cats don't mind it that much, and mine keep each other company.

Anyway, on to the dogs. There is a famous café near where I live called Café Bones. I have never been there but I have heard so much about it. I've been curious for years, but, not having a dog, I hesitated about going there. Didn't want to appear like a complete puppy tragic! I told Amy about it and showed her the website http://www.cafebones.com.au and she was keen as mustard. So in an hour I get to meet her new dog Charlie and hang out at a place I've wanted to see for ages. See a famous puppacino. Watch the dogs play around. Sit back and enjoy my long black. What more could I wish for (well ok... but trust me, this will put a big smile on my face for the day). I'll try and get some photos while I'm there.

Charlie is an adult dog that had been in an abusive situation at some stage, judging by his reaction to men. He growls and growls. He's finally come to accept Amy's husband (who I'm also meeting for the first time... guess my priorities show that I'm not all that good a people person... oops). So it will be interesting to see how he reacts to all the other dogs as well, as Amy doesn't know anything about his history.

The mother cat that I've adopted, Nina, used to be terrified of brooms. If I picked one up she would run and hide, trembling. These days she just watches me, or should I say the broom, but she at least is learning she won't be hurt by it. She also hates the bells on collars. She managed to get hers off her collar (I have no idea how) and when I put collars on the kittens, she really attacked them, and was constantly growling. Initially I took the collars off, and she was fine again, but they really did need to wear them, so when I tried it again two months later, and after three days she was still attacking the poor little mites, I got some pliers and de-belled them. Now she's fine. But what could it be about the bells I wonder? Oh, and speaking of de-belling (hehe) the little guys are booked in for desexing on Thursday. It will be sad seeing them all sore and sorry when they come back (and it will be rather sore to the hip pocket for me I have to say) but once they have healed, I'll start introducing them to the back yard. They will be in kitty cat heaven then!

Well I'm off to meet a new canine friend.

Until next time.