Love Me, Love My Dog

Don't know what it is about "I told you so" that's so satisfying, but it's sure fun sometimes. I predicted some time back that my two best writing buds would get dogs (children are persuaders). One said no, no pets, thanks. The other held up the Cat Banner and said never, no way.

Guess who now have dogs? heh heh

What I find funniest about the whole thing is how fitting each dog is to each personality. Here's mine, Jester:


A Brittany. Different, full of energy. This dog is an extravert beyond belief with twinges of mountain goat (he likes to balance on the back of the sofa). Wiggles his way up to people wanting to talk/play/whatever, as long as you're involved. And he bounces. Not unlike me, actually--minus the mountain goat part. But hey, we all have our quirks.

K is now the proud owner of Godiva:


Dachshunds are tenacious and stubborn. They're very bright, but difficult to manage. Kind of like K. She knows how to go after what she wants and she usually gets it. But you totally forgive her anything because she's beyond loyal. And cute as pie. Plus, there's that whole chocolate thing.

N, on the other hand, declared herself early on to be a Cat Person. She's always had cats, which suit her--sort of. I've always thought she's not nearly persnickety enough to be a true cat person. So her lovely daughter works on her with the big blues for a while and now they have Samantha:


Pembroke Welsh Corgi. And N will admit to crowing, "I love a dog!" (She will, or I'll have to whomp her.) Pembrokes are a great favourite of the Queen, which totally fits N's own royal mein. They're also smart, hardworking, dedicated, and have the tendency to boss things bigger than themselves--they are herding dogs--which fits N to a T. She can manage you right into something before you know it.

Weird how that kind of thing happens, isn't it?