Thoughts about gardening, art, teaching, our world and life with a child with autism.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Petopia lives in my house.
Some days I wish I could be one of my pets. Maybe a cat, allowed to sleep at all hours anywhere I want, fed on demand, and generally loved rotten. Perhaps one of the guinea pigs, snuggled daily and fed healthy good stuff, with somebody else keeping my living space clean. Even with the goldfish, who have lots of room to roam, free food falling from heaven, and no responsibilities. Yes, it's good to be a pet in this household. My husband calls me the "critter magnet." I suppose there are worse things to be. We've maxed out, though - no more pets unless and until one passes on.
Cookie in his snuggle sack, on my daughter's lap. What a tough life he lives!