January 8, 2010
Since December we have embraced dog ownership with the same evangelical spirit usually reserved for former smokers and Dysan owners. Our two tremendous cats, Badger and Willow are accepting this with mixed reviews. Badger is the more adventurous of the pair and with the exception of flipping Nim the feline bird, is content to conduct business as usual, treating the dog like a poinsettia: Once appropriate for the Christmas season, now a stale and depressing relic. Willow, on the other hand remains mostly under self-imposed exile in the basement, contemplating what part of the carpet she will pee on next.