Pets in Paradise

Meet Buddy and Cujo, our highly dysfunctional house pets. Now before you start to question how such cute looking animals could ever become dysfunctional, I ask that you take a moment to get to know them. Let’s start with Buddy the cocker spaniel, whose name alone should be a good indicator. The story with Buddy is that he hails from the south, though stories of trailer park dwelling can not be confirmed.

Legend has it that he lived with some drunken hillbilly that hit him a lot which eventually lead to Buddy being tossed from a pickup truck and left to fend for himself.

When I first met Buddy it was apparent that he assimilated his dig quite well, I remember the house having a ball hitch on it. So eventually Buddy moved in with me in this somewhat fancy town home community, to him it must have been a scene straight out of Beverly Hillbillies, he was in dog paradise. Now I admire Buddy, he treats all things equal, those BMWs and manicured bushes and plants were all treated the same, clearly there is no shame in his game.

So now that we have briefly touched on the genesis and evolution of Buddy, lets all meet Cujo, our 4 year old Pomeranian. Now here is a dog that’s a complete head case, we paid money for Cujo at one of those adopt a pet fairs in Balboa Park. When we adopted her we were told that its name was cookie and that it must have escaped from someone’s house. So ok, it would fit in the C4 Corvette we had back then, plus it was small enough to take for car rides so the adoption papers were signed.

OMG what a terror, what they failed to tell us is that it had not ever developed any social skills; personally I think someone tossed it out the door and the running away part was just a cruel trick. Nonetheless Peggy liked it and renamed it precious (we all know how that story ends) but amazingly after a few short weeks Cujo and Buddy learned to tolerate each other, like vinegar and oil. Around our house it’s pretty much nonstop mayhem with these dogs, Cujos acts of defiance and Buddys evil, but well executed trailer park antics.

Man don’t even make me tell you about the nerve racking snoring that these dogs subject me to at night. But this is what they live for, when they are not bothering each other they can be found lounging on their backs on the couch or trying to coheres me into giving them some of those expensive dog treats. They may well be pets in paradise, but one day I will get the last laugh. Hmm maybe I need a 3rd dog!