Waiting for My Special Visitor
I can’t wait to meet the puppy.
Tomorrow, a young Chihuahua is coming to visit. His name is Topper, and I can’t wait to welcome him to my home! I’ve always wanted to care for pets. I don’t know why, but my mother’s instincts are focused on pets, not babies. (In other words, I don’t have baby fever unlike a lot of other women I know.)
I love animals. They are like kids, since they can be quite innocent and transparent. They can also be naughty at times, doing something mischievous just to press your buttons, and just like kids, they can be disciplined to be good pets. It’s always a pet owner’s responsibility to make sure a pet gets the care he needs, which includes discipline and rewarding good deeds.
I know, I sound like a prude when it comes to having pets. But having a pet is a commitment that nobody should take lightly. An animal’s life is to be placed in your hands, the value of which should not be underestimated.
Tomorrow, a young Chihuahua is coming to visit. I’m preparing my own cat by making sure he has an escape route, trimming his claws, and I also have a leash prepared for the dog. I expect them to meet each other tomorrow, but I don’t expect any real mingling just yet. Slowly but surely, I say.
My pet cat, taking a nap on my pillows
and using my blanket.
Tomorrow should be an interesting day. Pets are always welcome at my home. I know, I should have been a veterinarian instead of a doctor.