A Cat Rug

The bedroom rug is now large enough for a cat to sleep on it.

A small cat that is.

Of course, a cat would never survive in our home. Jake is certain that cats belong in the same category as all small furry creatures: retrievable animals. Jake is a Golden Retriever after all.

As much as Elly loves cats, she has never asked to have one as a pet. The answer would be no not only because of Jake but also because of Dan as he is allergic to cats.

Elly has her sights set a bit higher. She wants a horse and had told me matter-of-factly that she is going to have a horse as a pet.

Sunday Snapshots (of our dog Jake)

Before Elly, Jake got all the attention. He was the star of this blog.

Long time readers will remember that we adopted him when he was 3 years old from Delaware Valley Golden Retriever Rescue. He was so skinny (read: underweight) when we first got him.

Jake and I would take long walks together with no destination in mind. I never had to cut his toenails; the sidewalk grinded them down for me.

Now when we go for a walk, we always stop by the playground so Elly can run off some steam. Last week, for the very first time, I had to cut his nails since he walks on the grass more than the sidewalks.

Though I mostly take photos of Elly now and post them here on the blog, I still take an occasional shot of Jake.

He is getting old on me now. He’s 9 and referred to as a senior in his breed. The white is starting to show on his face.

 

He’s still my boy.