Poppa Attack

poppa attack

Just to show that procrastination isn’t the only reason that I don’t get accomplished, what I should. Like Mary and her lamb, I love (most) animals, and they love me.  When I stop in at the daughter’s place, I don’t usually sit down.  I get in and out quicker.

The above photo, dark and murky though it may be, shows what happens if I sit in the big recliner chair. Daughter is hosting two short-haired female Chihuahuas for a breeder.  One insists on licking my entire face – could be for the perspiration salt – could be because she really likes me.  The other doesn’t lick faces, but will clean out both of my ears.

The grandson’s German Shepherd-cross never believes that the Chihuahua does my face correctly, and insists on re-licking it. With a much larger tongue, it should take her less time, but if I don’t insist on coming up for air, it could go on all afternoon.  She took out my sapphire ear-stud out one day.  I never noticed, and I’ve never replaced it.

The daughter’s younger male cat, who will not be picked up, has picked up on the fact that I’ve been practicing my petting and skritching at home.  He has settled onto the left side of my lap, while the little female loudly stands below him at my knee.

Not seen, on the sofa to my right, is Benny, the big son to my now-gone Contessa. He was battling a two-ear infection, with partial deafness and vertigo, but still loudly insisted that I reach out to him too.

The daughter sometimes babysits the breeder’s little, male, long-haired Chihuahua, when she’s on a business trip. He will let no man near him, but will run to the daughter when I arrive. She is allowed to pick him up, and hand him off to me.  There, he quickly settles into the crook of my left elbow, and closes his eyes as I stroke him.  He’d probably purr, if he were a cat.

The wife insists that I’m the reincarnation of St. Francis of Assisi. All this adoration is like high-octane gasoline; it fuels my soul.  It de-stresses me, and lowers my blood pressure, though it doesn’t help my memory or concentration.  “Why did I come in here today??  Shopping??!  What for?  What time is it?  What day is this?”   😕

9 thoughts on “Poppa Attack

  1. Dale says:

    See? More proof you’re a big ole softie!


  2. 1jaded1 says:

    That picture is adorable and proves you are a good person. They would avoid you like the plague otherwise. As you stated, animals are Nature’s blood pressure meds.


  3. Jim Wheeler says:

    I can relate on quality, albeit not on quantity. We have one Yorkie. Winston soaks up all available attention and heroically warns us of all threats, including the trash truck, UPS, the mail man, squirrels, children playing in the street, and joggers. He is 8 years old and rather stuck on himself.


    • Archon's Den says:

      Winston sounds like a dear boy, and a great companion for you and Molly. We prefer a dog with a little fire and personality, but like you, perhaps with a little less attitude and noise. 😳


  4. Sightsnbytes says:

    animals KNOW good people. there are very few out there, so that’s why when dogs and cats see those people, they flock together to enjoy your big heart. That picture looks a lot like what goes on at my house right now. currently we have our three cats (including the newly adopted kitten Milo), our three dogs, four foster kittens (dilute calicos) and two foster Husky pups. oh and two budgies, one of which escaped on Sunday, causing the four kittens to show off their instinctual hunting skills. the bird was lucky I grabbed her before one of the kittens did. Nice post, as always. Wish you were closer, we could use a kitty sitter from time to time


    • Archon's Den says:

      If we were closer, I’d be happy to offer….although we might need an outsider for when we all go out together.
      The sitting would have to be at your place. Ours is already ankle deep in pet (and people) hair. 😳


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