I don’t have a cat and never have actually had a cat. I’m a big dog owner my entire life. A German Sheperd named Greta came first during my elementary school years. Then a lab named Honey for her color was our dog during my junior high and high school years.
When I was in college I didn’t have a dog because I was too wild to be a responsible dog owner for a few years. But when Mindy came back to godforsaken Oklahoma from almost as Auburn University…. dogs became the epicenter of our lives beyond our son who was the first epicenter.
We had a Siberian Huskie named Nikki. Then MJ, after reading Jack London’s Call of the Wild and White Fang, decided we needed two sled dogs in Oklahoma not just one.
So a beautiful female Alaskan Malamute named Aspen joined our family. Probably as far as dogs in my life go I would say Aspen and Pauli are pretty much in a dead heat as my favorite dog. Both had what I would describe as the perfect soul of a dog. Smarts, dogged loyalty, sled dog toughness when needed, and of course…. tail wagging unconditional love.
Then after Nikki’d passing another Siberian named Sergei named after the Russian hockey player Federov who wore No. 91 for the Detroit Red Wings and who skated like the Oklahoma wind joined our family.
My wife stopped the chain of sled dogs when she insisted our next dog be a Golden Retriever named Lindy…who of course we named after the hockey player Eric Lindross. Lindy was and still is my wife’s favorite dog. Lindy was her Pauli.
Then I adopted a black lab puppy who was a refugee from a drug house and we named her Dakota. A great dog. She was out on May Avenue when I rescued her a second time when I just said to my wife..”This dog is not going back to those people again.” Dakota probably is right there on a tier in my heart just below Pauli and Aspen, and even with Nikita.
And then Pauli of course. My soulmate dog. Pauli was named after Adrian’s brother in the Rocky movies. Yo… Adrian. Pauli is the one I still cry about, the one who saved my soul when my dad was going through the last year of his life fighting cancer. She’s the one who told me to purposely get banned for life from the Daily Thunder message board. Smart dog, prescient in fact. Pauli seriously saved my soul. God acts in mysterious ways and there is not a doubt in my mind how Pauli came to be my savior.
So cats? My sister in Seattle has a cat named Zumi who is a very cool cat and of whom I bonded with on our receent trip to Seattle. My mother Janice has always had multiple cats and is referred to as the Cat Lady by some of her neighbors. They both disdain the sociopath Trump as much as apparently Taylor Swift and I do as well.
So if I decided to get a cat how could I in good conscious own a pet who at any moment could be eaten by a horde of Central American illegal immigrants out here on the mini-ranch in Deer Creek on a ‘eat the cats and dogs mission’?
This is how fucking stupid you Trump people are viewed by the rest of the country and most of the eight billion people in the world.
I know…I had been doing so well, with the F-bombs, but this is what you people do to me. Sigh.
Here’s what you people should do…call the office of Oklahoma’s own gutless James Lankford and tell him you want him to self-discover a set of balls and get that immigration bill of his passed immediately. You know…so as to save your cats and dogs.
You know..so as to save your cats and dogs from being eaten alive on your own property.
Save the cats and dogs…don’t eat them. Do the kind thing and buy these invaders a Subway sandwich and chips so they won’t eat your Trump dogs and cats.
Have a beautiful Saturday.
There’s Only One Oklahoma, baby! Some offense today would be nice.
BOOMER!!!
Eternal love, MJ