Dogs, cats and rabbits I know are not me

I will never be president. Not just because I’m a dog, or even because I’m a black dog, but because of the animals I have once known and do now know. 

When I was growing up, I used to hang with some dogs who had anti-small dog opinions; very, very strong anti-small dog opinions. We grew apart eventually as their families moved. I never shared their opinions, but they were nice company on warm summer evening walks.

Then, a rabbit moved into our home… and died unexpectedly. So did a hamster, turtle and Guinea pig. There were investigation and people looked at me in a strange way, but nothing was ever proven. Still, people whisper. I had nothing to do with them dying, but there will always be talk.

And lately, I am living with a cat who lies on her back with her paws in the air. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but others find it offensive. And, Lady eats poops from the litter box. 

And, of course, there are the eight or so cats I consort with at my office.

But, I am still me. And I like each of my friends for different reasons, though we each see the world a little bit differently. But, it appears, though, that I could never run for president because of who I know, not because of who I am.

2 Replies to “Dogs, cats and rabbits I know are not me”

  1. I could run for President. So could you. We could both run — and you know what? With the present lot, we just might win. And then what? How do you think America would cope with a large black dog and a small blonde one as President and Vice President? What would the Russians think? (Not to mention the Chinese, with their contaminated pet food) If you make up your mind to run, let me know if you want me on your ticket.

    Chairman Bao

  2. Hey, always room for a blonde on the ticket!! I think the canine sector has been overlooked for far too long.

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