I grew up loving dogs not cats. I had a beagle, as a child. Got her on a Christmas Eve. She meant everything to me. But during a vacation to my grandparents in
I saw my first cat and fell in
love. I was devastated I couldn't bring it home. It was back to dogs then
because that's what my parents liked. A collie mixed breed and later a poodle.
When I met my husband he had just lost his two German Sheppard's, but he also
had a calico cat. I was smitten with him and it. And to this day have given up dogs
in lieu of kitties. So imagine my surprise to see this odd creature
lounging on my front porch the other day.
He growled at me when I came out my own front door. And that made me leery of
him. I tried to chase him away but he lingered a while. I was able to immortalize
him in photos before he disappeared from sight. I wonder who he belongs to and
if we'll see him again. I thought he looked kind of ugly, in a cute way. California
A GREYHOUND, I THINK???