So the last time I wrote anything online was when Buster died. I miss him, he was a good cat. I kind of thought that Jake, Susan’s new schnauzer mix was
responsible for his death, but on further consideration and consultation with the vet, we decided that it was more likely that Buster had some cryptic heart problem that manifested itself in a massive myocardial infarction and death. So he probably died in his sleep, or very close to his being asleep. Just the way I would like to go (not by heart attack, but painlessly and quickly).
I miss Buster, but Comet missed him more. Every morning, when we would come back from our walk, Comet would run up to the corner and look around expecting Buster to be there, waiting for us. He needed a friend, and we don’t see Susan’s dogs often enough for them to fill that void. I figured, this time, that instead of getting a cat and having to put up with all the problems of finding a dog friendly cat, that I would get a cat-sized dog to take Buster’s place.
I googled pet rescue and found Ginger’s Death Row rescue here in Seattle. Ginger (or whoever) goes to one of several pounds in California, and brings dogs who are scheduled to be euthanized (sic) within a few days up to Seattle. They are pets who just couldn’t find a home. That kind of set off alarms because I didn’t want an asocial animal, but I decided to check them out. When I got to the pet store where they do Gingers adoptions, the dog I was going to look at was already adopted. But they had this little reddish brown wire hair Warwick terrier mix named Duke, who had a lot of potential. He kind of hung back in this cage and was a little standaoffish to begin with, but he started to warm up when I took him for a walk outside. I thought he could be the dog. But I couldn’t adopt a pet unless Comet approved of my choice so I drove home and picked up Comet so he could meet Duke and see if he liked him too. I also picked up Susan because I trust her judgment more than I trust my own in these matters. She and Comet both liked Duke right away. Comet immediately started playing with Duke the same way he played with Buster, but Duke could give a little more back in return. I mean, Buster had formidable claws, but he was loath to use them, thankfully. I always thought that Comet was playing a little to rough with Buster, but he played at least as rough with Duke, and Duke would come right back and instigate more attacks by his big brother. They wear each other out, which is good.
So, they are cool together. Most of the day they sleep on the couch, but when they decide to play, they chase each other around my living room, through the halls and through the dining room and back to the living room, in a big circle, crashing in to walls as they go (it was raining yesterday so they couldn’t do all that outside).
Duke has surprisingly few problems. His major shortcoming is that he is just learning to not poop in the dining room. Its taking a while because the weather has been bad so taking him out into the yard after he eats has been a problem, but he’s learning, slowly. He has already learned what meditating is, and while he might not meditate himself, he leaves me alone when I am on the cushion.
I still have a lot to learn about lap dogs (hes only 12 lbs). I think he would like to get in my lap a little more than I let him, but we will work out an accomodation as we get used to each other.
I think that I lucked out again in my choice of dogs. Comet was (is) the Perfect Puppy and Duke fits right in with Comet and me. Comet shows a little jealousy sometimes; he’s still my main dog and always will be, but Duke has already bonded with me and with Comet and with the house. He even gets to walk with Comet off-leash for their first walk in the morning, around 5:30. There are no other people around and no traffic at that time, so as long as the dogs stay on the same side of the street, I have no problem with their running freely. Duke really reminds me of George when he chases after his big brother, Comet. He has this big dog attitude, like when he is walking down the street he kind of struts with his head held high and that makes the ends of his ears flap as we walks, similar to the way George’s hair flopped. Duke is cool. and I think that Comet is happy that I got him. I know I am.
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- Ten Things You Don’t Know About Comets (blogs.discovermagazine.com)