Long-time readers think I am a cat person. Really, I am an animal person. I would have pet chickens (and had them in my past) if it wasn’t frowned upon in my neighborhood.
I had a horse too. Lots of work.
And canaries. Beautiful singers. However, they didn’t get along with the cats.
But my very first pet was a dog. He was a small-sized terrier mix. As I remember, he was very hyper so he may have been similar to a Jack Russel terrier. But this post isn’t about my pets. Just to note that I love them all.
When the beloved husband lived at his house (before he was the beloved husband and just Mr. Wonderful) he had a large yard. Being the opportunist I am, I moved my reunion to his back yard.
There were 30 people having a great time. There was beer, music, food — the works! There were several games going on including a very active game of badminton.
Out of nowhere came a flash who jumped up; grabbed the badminton bird midair; and ran around the yard. Clearly this was a very skillful professional badminton puppy.
Soon there was a stranger (the puppy owner) running around the yard too. It was pretty hysterical. We caught the puppy who was the most adorable springer spaniel ever. After some discussion (with the puppy) he finally relinquished the bird but not without much angst.
He was not happy to leave the picnic and we offered to include him (there was no shortage of dog admirers) but the owner did not think that was a good idea.
Our reunions are never dull and we are very inclusive. He was one of my favorite intruders!