 |
On guard...Mastiff Bailey (left) and Anatolian Shepherd, Mouse
(lying down,right) with the author and pet parent outside the ‘dog
paddock’. Mastiffs enjoy plenty of space
to roam freely. The shelter in the
background is filled with straw, making an ideal retreat on chilly mornings.
|
Although I consider myself
primarily an author of paranormal fiction, this Thanksgiving weekend, I was drawn to think of the many animals with whom I have had the privilege to share
my home and my life with. From ducks,
terrapins, cats, dogs, ponies, hamsters and rabbits, all of whom have given so
generously of themselves..leaving
trails of vet bills, dog hair, puppy pee and endless paw prints across my wood
floor and onto my heart. For the
blessings, the smiles and the borrowed time spent among my non-human angels, i
thank you all.
Finding Bailey.
I was thirteen when I acquired my first
English Mastiff. His name was Chuckles
and he lived quite happily for a number of years inside my head along with an
assortment of other animals I was permitted to own; including three horses,
several goats, a duck named Cactus Jack, and a couple of cows. Cheap to keep, they required no feeding, no
grande mansion and no offshore bank account.
