Living with Crazy Lady: A Beagle's Perspective
Living With a Crazy Lady
Perhaps, I should continue telling you what it is like in human talk.
Living with Crazy Lady is Rough. Rough.
Don't get me wrong, Crazy Lady takes better care of me and that cat than she does herself.
She has a bed for me in different rooms in our home. She feeds me and that cat wet and dry food. She gives me a dental treat every day and regular baths. She has taught me what the word, "STAY!" means which is really hard to do since I am a Beagle. When I see a rabbit, I want to chase it.
When I said living with Crazy Lady is "Rough," what I meant is that I love her so much and it makes me so sad when she is having an especially tough day. I do what I can. I stay by her side. I paw at her hoping I can get her to go outside. I smile at her and wag my tail. And, sometimes, she smiles, tells me I am her bff, and even goes outside.
Lately, I have noticed that she has taken down some of the window coverings which is allowing for more light. I like it when she sits by the window and writes down words. I overheard her boyfriend tell someone on the phone how he is worried about Crazy Lady, but that he is hopeful because the grass will be growing soon and Crazy Lady will go outside more often because she takes such pride in mowing her own lawn. And even though I do not like the loud sound of the lawn mower, I will be with her. I will not let her out of my sight.
That cat of hers thinks he is some kind of king. And because I know Crazy Lady likes it when that cat and I get along, I do my best to share her with him. In fact, there are even times I am grateful that he is around for sometimes Crazy Lady sits staring while raindrops from her eyes. On those days, I sit on one side of her and that cat sits on the other. Crazy Lady pets us both which is why that cat thinks it is okay for him to also go along with us on our occasional walks.
Our walks are the best. Crazy Lady does not say too much. She just looks up at the sky and it's like the clouds lift from her eyes.
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