I think Dogs are better than…
Seven beds, appointments at the beauty salon once a week, specially prepared food; does this sound like a good life to you? Well this is the life that my favorite child, my dog Telia, is living. It is not often that we find something, let alone someone that brings continuous joy into our lives, never asking for anything in return, always selflessly offering just the right amount of support.
Of course, my dog is a little on the difficult side. Her favorite foods include smoked salmon and ham and cheese omelets and lately… okra; she is scared of lightning, water, and hates being left alone. In fact, she punishes us every time we do something that disturbs her peace, by leaving us her smelly present on my favorite rug.
Yet she has an uncanny sense for when I am upset, and happy. She knows when to leave me alone and when to come sit by me. We have a mutual respect as being the two women in the house who are annoyed by our male counterparts who are inept to grasp the cost of being fashionable.
Yesterday we, the family, witnessed a miracle, when our friend Hope came over, having recently gotten a dog instead of a husband, as a present to herself, on her 45th birthday. We, the girlfriends, were so happy when she adopted Perla as we were convinced that the probabilities of her finding a husband with standard dog qualities were close to zero.
Anyways, she brought her dog Perla and although at first Telia and Perla did not hit it off, soon they were sharing water bowls and toys. This is the first other dog Telia has accepted as equal to her superior standards. It was about time, as I was worried that it was due to our eclectic style furniture.
She is the most charismatic dog, (see below her setting her boundaries), I have ever met, and through my biased eyes she lives up to her name Telia, the Greek word for perfect.