REYN- THREE HUNTING DOGS

XXX - REYN- HUNTING DOGS AND COYOTES

 After morning playtime and chia, I begin my chores and Reyn runs off to her secret place for meditation and Tia chi.  This is the early spiritual portion of our morning and lasts from about 10:30 to 11:30 (yes, housework is spiritual when you're retired,  home with your cat, and in love).  Reyn usually takes a cat nap while  I have a light lunch and check up on some of you on social media. 

During the day Reyn naps and snacks at will but never takes much time doing either.   We both try hard to support each other's writing and to encourage one another's work ethics.  Reyne or Nalini ever make a fuss about being the main wage earners in the family.  

They say that so long as I can cover my share of the rent and do most of the errands and driving they'll keep this old coot around. 

but it's inevitable that some afternoons I must run errands. doesn't like to be left at home alone, but Reyn doesn't like it, and I don't know how long she sits by the door meowing when I leave for errands.  I'm sure it's not as long as she claims, but she's still there when I return.  But she's smart and I suspect it's a ruse.  

I  must leave her to visit doctors, go for therapeutic walks, run basic errands, and fulfill life's annoying obligations. I don't leave her, not every day, and not for long.

She's basically very understanding, but like most felines, she's also a drama queen.  

She's all alone and sees the dogs outside of our window walking with their masters.  They tend to scare the birds that play in the scraggly winter trees by our window away.   Honestly, these birds and the butterflies of spring are the only ones she ever talks to, especially in the morning.

Reyn tells us she is content being independent and home alone.  Not tied to a rope dragging an owner around the quad, but at times she feels a bit penned in, like a latchkey cat.

We've looked for options, maybe a compromise. We suggested the role of "Comfort Animal".  Nalini thought this would be an ideal solution.  Reyn could go to along with us almost everywhere we go.  We explained that this could tremendously broaden her horizons.  We had seen comfort dogs, her size, eating at restaurants, and as they walked along the buffet line right by their master's tray, they could eat food right out of different serving behind the sneeze guard.  These people were even lifting their dogs into the serving area to sample bacon and things.

Reyn recoiled, squinted, and shook her head in disgust.  "That's freaking gross!  Dogs are animals.  I'd rather be friends with a domesticated pig.  At least they have an IQ. Leave me at home with my litterbox and fish... if I can find it.

"And as far as being a Comfort Animal, that's nothing more than pet prostitution. It's enough that people can't comfort themselves without hauling their animals all around in cars and dragging them into every food store and restaurant they visit. Just stress them to death.  Animals are happier napping at home, or shredding the furniture, even (weather permitting) left in a car.

"I know I'm giving more credit to dogs than they're due, but the only comfort given to comfort animals is to the human displaying dominance over its beast. ' Look, I have my dog in this store.  I'm special....'"

Reyn was in a fit, furiously texting on her special phone.  We were afraid she might crack,  chip, or break a claw nail.  "Okay Reyn! We get it.  We get it, Reyn. We'll never bring it up again".  And we haven't.

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