I feel I should point out the following 10 things before you come to the conclusion of this post:-
1. I do not have to navigate my way through my house through artificial corridors of newspapers;
2. I don’t think I smell of anything other than (a) nothing, (b) shower gel, (c) sometimes chlorine and (d) occasionally Paloma Picasso perfume;
3. If there are any animal accident type happenings they are cleaned up as soon as discovered, which is usually fairly quickly;
4. I do still occassionally receive visitors who don’t leave (as far as I am aware) totally horrified and planning an intervention;
5. I don’t live on a diet of cat food, no matter how meaty and good the expensive bags may smell. Nor do I supplement my diet with cat food. I have never, in fact, tasted or consumed any brand of animal food;
6. All my animals receive the appropriate level of veterinary care as and when required;
7. I know how many animals I have;
8. All dogs have their own bed and bedding and are required to use said canine beds – only the cats are allowed on the furniture;
9. The rug gets shampooed on a regular basis (sometimes more regular than others depending on George’s levels of disgruntlement);
10. I still choose to socialise with humans. Even though my animals’ company is preferable to many of the humans with whom I have contact.
OK. Enough said.
Meet Zac. The newest addition to the household.
Zac is a 10 year old male ridgie who has been with us for a couple of months now.
I am not a hoarder. Honestly. Please don’t put in a call to the RSPCA. There really is no need. 😉