The royal gems
We’re very fond of our zoo here at the LaLa despite the fact that Heidi the German Shedder has left a coating of dog fur from one end of the house to the other and barks at anyone who deigns to walk by, and despite Loca’s vertical jumps that have left deep grooves in the solid mahogany window sills, and Bam Bam’s grey fur that has coated the one chair on the screen porch and the smell of the litter box that is incessantly cleaned by T but no matter, still continues to smell or Blekica’s profound need to dig her claws in the carpet and upholstery.
I watched Tin maneuver through the zoo this morning, he got up and parted the dogs to walk through, kneeled down to meow at Blekica, pointed out Bam’s dish and then made his way to breakfast. Surely growing up around animals is meaningful to a child. And in the meantime, we pick up the hair, scoop out the litter box, and keep the spray bottle handy for the clawing.
