I’m really not a word person. So this blogging journal thing is a little out of character for me. Please hang in there while I try.

A bit about animals from a single woman.

Why can’t I find a man, men or any group of y chromosomes that I adore the way I adore the furry people of the world? I am not a youngster. I have been married (once) and have had relationships. What can I say? My heart melts for animals.

Is there something wrong with me? Am I unusually obsessed or detached from the human world? I hope not. I think not. But there is something strong and true about the level of feeling that conveys with a furry person. For me.

I might be in a crowd at a farmer’s market. Way down the row, I see a dog. He sees me. We ‘see’ each other and his body starts squirming like a wiggly worm out of the dirt. His face is smiling and he nods his chin up a few times as if to say, “Oh, you see me! Do you see me? I think you see me!! OhgoodOhgoodOhgood!!!”

And I do see him. When I approach to extend my hand and heart, the owner patiently allows us our mutual admiration moment. It is pure fun and joy.

An ex used to refer to me as Snow White. I think he was jealous. No, actually he was jealous. Perhaps he never realized that there is plenty of love to go around. Life is simply better with more love in it. And pet hair.

Love your pets, love your life – Lisa LaTourette

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