I know, I know, do we really need another pet? But when our neighbor’s cat had kittens, we fell in love with this one. So, meet Julius. As in Orange Julius. Because that’s how we roll in these parts.
I don’t have a dossier on him yet because we just got him last night, but I’ll work on adding his details as they become apparent.
In the meantime, here’s the rest of the crew in case you’re coming in late in the game:
Apparently at 7 months, Murphy is firmly into his adolescent phase: He helped himself to his dad’s credit cards.
I’ve talked before about our preventive flea and tick treatments, and you would think that after all this time, everyone would be used to them! But not Zoe. She sees me bust out the Revolution box and runs for the hills. Or, you know, under the bed.
I don’t know if it’s the thought of, gasp, us touching her, which she allows only when it’s her idea (no wonder she lost points on her CatAge test for being antisocial!), or if it’s the actual 2 seconds of wet feeling when I apply the liquid to the back of her neck, but she hates it. She hisses, scratches, bites, and squirms like we’re trying to set her on fire or something.
Isabel isn’t exactly a huge fan, but she tolerates is much better — and if you can catch her while she’s eating, she doesn’t even notice you’re doing anything. And Pickles, Ty, and Murphy know they get a treat afterward, so they’re easy (except for the wiggling when Pickles and Murphy try to eat the Frontline tube as I try to aim carefully).
I’m hopeful that eventually Zoe will chill out, but then again, she’s been this uptight for the last 3 years, so I don’t know why I should expect anything different in the future…
As if the looks of disbelief (bordering on horror in most cases) when we tell our friends and family that we got a third dog (and that he’s huge) aren’t enough, now all my neighbors think I’m nuts. And it’s not because we have bad dogs who bark all the time and terrorize people or anything like that. It’s because of what I did yesterday.
I walked all three dogs at the same time by myself. We were a dog juggernaut, I’m telling you. I had Ty on my left, Murphy on my right, and Pickles’ leash looped around my waist. It took a couple of minutes to perfect my technique, but once it occurred to me to just hold onto the end of the leash where it connects to the choke collar and loop the rest of it over my shoulders, we were golden. Continue reading
