'Fur-Babies (8): Wee-Nerds'

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"New Project!!! 30 Days of Descriptions" -> (5 skipped) -> "Fur-Babies (6): Hurray for German Engineering" -> "Fur-Babies (7): Comical Comforts"

Fur-Babies (8): Wee-Nerds by JD_Renaissance

If there were any animal on this world to liken my dogs to (other than dogs, of course), it would be… gasp… cats. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like cats. I had a great cat when I was a kid. His name was Purrfessor and not only was he an incredible hunter, he could answer the phone. But now that I’m older, and have married a man who has allergies, no cat shall ever be a member of my family. Unless you count my dogs. For this identity crisis, I blame my parents dogs who learned their own feline habits from the aforementioned Purrfessor. Imagine two forty pound standard poodles laying across the top of a couch watching the world go by. Not on the seat of the couch, but on top of the backrest. And, these elderly poodles have now taught my little fur-babes to do the same. But it doesn’t end there. JuJu and Boston are shoulder-mounted doxies who like to climb to great heights, or in JuJu’s case, leap to great heights. They also like to leap from great heights – bad for their backs but it’s difficult to catch them mid-air. They also like to lay across any book I happen to be reading and often attempt to sit on my laptop. What’s more, they have the ‘I will let you pet me when I feel like being petted’ attitude that so often comes with cats. But, unfortunately, that is where the similarities end. I say unfortunately because of all the feline traits I would’ve loved for them to develop, grace tops the list. My dogs are not graceful. They are klutzes. There’s no getting around that. They attempt grace, but in the end are floppy, clumsy, silly little kids who misjudge distances, race right into the back door, and fall down the stairs. And when they fall, stumble, or flop, they never land on their feet. Never.

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