People that own animals accept a level of disgust in their house. Cats, they poop in a box and we clean it up. Dogs, they poop all over the yard. The vomit, have accidents, it’s like a drunk toddler in the house. Animals shed all over, respect almost nothing, don’t hesitate to clean their genitalia in front of guests…they are gross.
Today, I noticed Jiminy scooting his butt (we dubbed it the “boot scoot”) on the wood floor. Gross! Also, ouch! We were calling him names like “skidz” (it is less demeaning if you spell it with a Z) “the phantom skidder” and he just lovingly stared at us with his one big cute eye. 👁️
Can you imagine having an itchy butt with no arms? Little dude was sliding his anus across the hard wooden floor.
I scooped him up and expressed his anal glands. He is still for me. To my vet friends, it was an external expression, cause I know you were wondering. It was that moment I thought about the level of gross we tolerate.
I then thought about how integrated these little creatures are in our lives. We plan vacations for them to enjoy and be included because we love their company. We laugh at them daily for being silly. We cuddle with them. They protect us, at least they think they do. Their company is worth the level of gross they bring to the house! When I was in NYC, I missed the emotional support they offer.
We had our family party, complete with Jason, whom some of the family hasn’t seen in like 5 years.
We started off by eating all the yummy snacks. We had fun game. We had to use a gift box to move ornaments across the table into cups.
We played Christmas Bingo, used party blowers to knock bells off cups, and then random drawings. Prizes were awarded. The prizes were lottery tickets. As far as I know, no one walked away as a millionaire. It was $10/person and so much fun instead of spending outrageous amounts of money on gifts for one another.
The time spent together, laughs shared and memories made are the real gift.
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