The cat was up the tree over it

I mean, literally. Princess took one look at it, then gave me a dirty, disgusted look, and climbed the tree to take a nap.

Everyone at home was pretty upset over it. They said we had no room for it, that they wanted it, but that the it we got was too big.

But I say pooh to the naysayers. Our puppy is just awesome.

Bailey (pictures to follow) is an eight-month old Golden Retriver/Border Collie mix who we adopted through a local animal sanctuary, the Lied Animal Shelter. I don’t recall the actual sanctuary right now, and much as it’s unkind of me to say it, they are of the type of animal lover I’ve never been comfortable around. I’m an animal…okay, cat…lover, but I know from my own experiences and from volunteering for Heaven Can Wait that there is a practical side to all this love.

They are to me the people who slide toward the fanaticism toward an animal that they would ignore the opinion of a clinic full of veterinary staff (literally, everyone spoke to her) who wanted to humanely put down an old feral male with a broken jaw. He was severely underweight, couldn’t eat or drink, and the lady and group in question insisted that rather than put the animal out of it’s misery HCWS should go ahead and neuter it and release it. HCW were in turn obliged to perform the operation and release him back to the lady. Four months later and there’s still some nasty bad blood going around over this incident, for which I cannot blame HCW.

All of this is to say that while we love Bailey, and I’m very grateful to the group for their adoption program, their kind of devotion to animals was something I’m really not personally comfortable with. Personal rule of thumb: You really don’t want to get involved in an animal group that doesn’t have a sizeable veterinary staff.


Bailey is awesome. He’s shy, but he’s coming out of his shell a little more each day, and I’m looking forward to bringing him to our new home and letting him run wild with Caira.

New home, you ask?!

Why yes, we’ve rented out a beautiful little house in east Last Vegas, just off the Boulder Highway. It’s a beautiful little (and this is my word) three-bedroom cottage on a large plot of land, so we have huge front and back lawns for the menagerie to run around on. I’m happy, as the landlords are lovely people, Caira finally has room to run around and play. Actually we have room in general now, glee.

by Mark Grealish

Dashing brigand, handsome rapscallion, father, crazy cat lady and the world's greatest lover and liar, living in Dublin, Ireland.

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  • lette on

    YEAY!! ur puppy and new abode sound wonderful :) I wish you many happy days of fun and frollicks :)

  • Allyn on

    Congratulations, you beautiful people. :]

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