It’s time for a shave

A few days ago, RM#1 says to RM#2, Will you please take Xena and have her shaved. Her hair is getting too long.

Here’s a picture of Xena with a longer coat. (Her hair was actually longer than this. This photo is from last year.)

 

Here’s a picture of Xena today. (Please excuse Suzie poking in the bottom of the picture. She always has to be center of attention. If you watch Mike & Molly, you know her from that show.)

 

Xena is not happy with this new cut. She seems so small now. It’s actually quite sad. And I can’t help but laugh at her every time I see her. Her tail alone is hilarious. Haha

I hope your day is better than Xena’s. :-)

 

 

Haha

Today, as I was pulling up to my house, I could see that the blinds in the front window were separated, and knew the only thing (person or animal) that could, or even would, be causing this, had to be Xena. As I pulled in, my suspicions were confirmed, and a barking fit ensued between 3 dogs (two of which think they’re bigger than they are).

I love coming home to her. She jumps on you, and licks you, and genuinely wants you to play with her. She’s cuddly, and warm, and lovable. She’s old (13), yet is keen enough to know exactly when I need a hug. She can be two rooms away, and as soon as I start crying, I hear her prancing down the hall. Before I know it, she’s trying to lick the tears off my face. She just cares and I love that.

*Note: Gustav is doing well. His little lantern eats batteries like you wouldn’t believe, so it’s not often I turn him on. (Picture below for those who can’t access the link.)

Sunday Slowdown

13 years old, and she can still act like a puppy. There are times when she takes a pause before jumping up on the bed, but if let out in the front yard to play, you’d think she was a youngster. Meet Xena, an Akita mix.

    

Growing up, we had dogs and cats, but they were the “family” pets, so I wasn’t solely responsible for taking care of them. Once in a while I’d fill it’s water dish or it’s food bowl, but I never cleaned up after it or gave it the cuddly support it wanted. I left that to my sister and/or mom. I was allergic to cats (still am), so the cuddling most find so adorable with an animal, drove me over the breaking point, at times. With eyes so swollen up it was difficult to see, a nose that felt like someone had taken a fork and scratched the inside of it, and a sneeze that just kept going, I was determined to never own a pet as an adult.

Fast forward – Age 20. The night before taking my SAT’s, my ex husband brought home a kitten. I was a bit stressed, and he thought a kitten would help get my mind off the test for the night. It worked. I fell in love with that little guy, but he ran away and I was sad. :-(  I can remember taking medicines to help with the allergy, but in time, we saw that it was best he ran away.

Fast forward – Age 24. RT wanted a cat. So what did we do? Brought a kitten home from my aunt’s house. *rolls eyes*  What were we thinking?  Kitty hung around for a while. He used to go out on the balcony and look out, so our only guess was that he got brave one day and jumped onto one of the nearby trees. RT was sad.  :-(

Fast forward – Age 28. Got a job at a ranch that has LOTS of cats and dogs. Ummm. I have nothing more to say about this. It speaks for itself.

Fast forward – Age 30. Move in with RM#1 and RM#2. Animal trainers. On average, there’s 6 dogs + 1 cat and often some noisy birds here. It’s a full house. I’ve come to learn that as long as I keep my face away from the animal, and don’t let the cat sleep on my bed or anything of the sort, I’m fine. I wash my hands often, to avoid rubbing my eyes and getting that accidental hair that stuck to my finger lodged in without hope of getting it out.

I can’t fast forward the remote any more. I’ve reached “live” time. So, I’m just going to sit here and watch Xena sleep. Her 13 year old body is exhausted from running around all day with the other dogs. Enough is enough. Time for a nap!