Dog vs Cat

I have always been a person who preferred dogs over cats. Well, I've really only had the pleasure of owning two dogs in my life time, and that wasn't until after I was married. My first dog was a 100 lb German Shepherd named, Max. After the movie Mad Max. I was a huge Mel Gibson fan at the time, and that was one of my favorite movies growing up. Max was a big sweetheart, he would always try to sit in my lap, which we all knew wasn't gonna happen. We had to buy a Yukon just so we could take him to the vet, and up north with us. Every time I took him for walks the neighbors would always tease me by asking me who was walking whom? I was only a 115 lbs at the time, so he really was pulling me down the street. We got Max when he was 6 months old, and he was the runt of the litter, believe it or not. I can't imagine what his siblings weighed. His father weighed 110 lb, and his Mother 80 lb. He died 4 years later for unknown reasons. A very sad day for the whole family. I swore I would never get another dog because of the heartache we all felt when he passed.

Two years later when my ex-husband was on a snowmobile trip with the guys, I took my kids to the pet store just to look at the puppies, and ended up bringing home a Fox Terrier that we named, Bud. I know what you are thinking. You just went to look at the puppies? I remember him throwing up on my son on the car ride home, and my son yelling from the back seat, "He got sick on me, Mom, pull over". I figured it was payback for all the times he got sick on me. He was a sweet little dog, at first, and didn't really chew up anything. I was a stay at home mom, so I was able to potty train him quickly. After that first year he had gotten really attached to me. I guess because we spent so much time together.You couldn't sit by me. You couldn't hug me, or even look at me the wrong way, or this dog went into attack mode. Yeah, he was a little jerk, but I loved that dog with all my heart. 15 years later he had all kinds of heath issues. Lost both of his eyes, and his organs began to shut down. It was time to let the little guy go. Shortly after putting, Bud, down I had gotten a divorce and moved to a condo.

 I was still heart broken over the loss of my beloved Fox Terrier, so I waited a couple years before I decided to get another pet. This time I thought a cat would work better for me since I lived alone and in a condo. I was never really fond of cats, mostly because the cats that I've been around were not affectionate, or they were too aggressive. I decided I would adopted one from the humane society instead of a breeder. When I got to the Humane Society I entered a room full of caged kitties. The very first one I noticed had its face pressed against the cage looking right at me saying," pick me, pick me". In kitty language, of course. She was a tortoise shell color, and very tiny even though she was 11 months old. They took her out of the cage, and we immediately bonded. She was so affectionate, and so sweet. I didn't need to hold any other cat. She was the one. I named her Luna. I call her Loony Luna because she can get a little crazy sometimes, but she is very entertaining. She follows me wherever I go in my condo. She's so fascinated with watching the toilet flush, and playing in the bathtub. I mentioned she was loony, right? Four months later I couldn't imagine life without my Luna. I guess I'm a cat person after all.

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