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Trixie Weighs In – all 13 pounds of her

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Right, people, listen up. Some of you may not know me. My name is Trixie and I’m in charge around here.

I am the emotional support dog attached to Wendy Welch. By which I mean, Wendy is my emotional support human. I have a few… neuroses, shall we say. Wendy helps me with my anxiety.

People ask, was I a rescue, because I am so anxious. Those people are clearly not well-informed on current events. If you’re not anxious, you’re not paying attention.

I work with Wendy at some food bank stuff. Once a week she goes to this place where people line up outside like an hour beforehand. And there’s a big guy with a big husky. The guy is really nice to me, but the husky has said some rude things I don’t appreciate. Mom puts my leash under a table leg and everybody talks nice to me. But it’s still a bit taxing on my nerves. So many people wanting to pet me, saying how cute I am. A dog likes to be taken seriously. Like the big husky barking her fool head off across the parking lot. (She has to wait over there because she doesn’t volunteer with the warehouse, see.) Nobody ever calls HER cute….

I can live with cute, though, when it comes to the other place with the food. Wendy works with a bunch of med students once a month. They cook meals for people in a rent-controlled housing facility. Everybody at the facility loves me. Naturally. When they call me cute, they slip me scraps of the chicken gumbo or whatever the med students are cooking. And when the students play ball with the kids, I get to play too. It’s fun to run around at the housing complex. It is a quarter mile to walk around the whole sidewalk circling the place, and I have run this MANY times with a group of kids. Once a bunch of people chased me because I slipped my harness. Good times.

So, it’s not all bad having an emotional support human. I’ll tell you more secrets later. For now, stay warm out there. I have a winter coat attached to me, but you people have to assemble yourselves to go out. That thing with your feet, weird. But do what you need to do. It’s all good.

The Kittens of Christmas: Fergus is Fed Up

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The Kittens of Christmas

Hi! I’m Fergus. I’m a kitten. My brother Liam and sister Jolene are brown kittens. I’m the only Siamese.

I’m real proud of that.

We live with the Ham Rack family, David and Susan. They look after us, but Liam and Jolene are going to a new place, a big house with lots of toys, they keep telling me. Maybe together, maybe not. I don’t care, they can be fun but also annoying and sometimes they take attention away from me. Bye bye, sibs, and don’t forget to not write.

We got borned a little bit before Christmas, so Susan is making sure they didn’t get adopted as Christmas presents. She says when that happens sometimes it doesn’t end so good. She says their new families are gonna be wunnerful, with lotsa wet food and dry food and jingle balls and soft cushions and laps. Me, I think she’s overselling it, but Liam and Jolene are eating it up.

I like to hoard the jingle balls and the puffy toys here. Drives Liam and Jolene nuts. That’s fun.

There were lotsa people at the house last week: a lady named Wendy and a fuzzy guy named Jack and a lady named Beth but she was a cat doctor so I stayed away from her, and another fuzzy guy named Brandon. Everybody kept teasing Brandon because he likes kittens, but he just smiled. Bummer; I was kinda hoping they’d be gone by New Year’s.

The people who came to visit took lotsa pictures of us. They said we lowered their blood pressure. I don’t know what that is, but they seemed happy. Once I was napping and I stretched my toes and I thought that Brandon guy was gonna go crazy. Started baby cooing and stuff.

Me, I went crazy over that Wendy lady’s yarn. She had a whole bag of it and kept leaving it laying around and so, you know, I did what came naturally. Once she picked up the bag and I was inside it taking a nap. Didn’t bother me any.

So now that Christmas is over, come visit and if you promise to take Liam and Jolene away, I’ll spread my toes for you, if you like that kinda thing. Whatever.