I won't presume to pin my extended absence on anything or anyone other than myself. But I will say that not too long after my last blog post, I met the love of my life. He's white, with an athletic build, enjoys the outdoors, is a carnivore, looks good in red, is faithful to me, and sleeps in my bed almost every night. My cat isn't that crazy about him, however, but she seems to tolerate him. Although he is always kind and attentive to me, he can be haughty and dismissive of others, and possesses a definite sense of entitlement. He weighs about 70 pounds and has black spots on his ears. He likes to urinate on flowers and shrubs, sniff new acquaintances' asses, and prefers to take his meals from a bowl on the floor and ambulate on all fours.
I adopted Peli (formerly "Roger") from a local rescue organization. He was at a high-kill shelter and was scheduled to be euthanized when the shelter rescued him and put him in a foster home. Was it love at first sight? Let's not get carried away..... I will say, though, that I was immediately drawn to his winsome smile, brawny build, and his one blue eye and one brown eye.
Since his ancestors hailed from the Basque region of Europe—he is half Australian shepherd ("Australian" being a bit of a misnomer) and half Great Pyrenees—I thought he needed a Basque name. I chose "Peli," the Basque version of "Felix," as we are both "happy and fortunate" to know each other.
And all this time I thought I was a cat person... (no offense, Minky).
