Arf! Gracie here.
My mom Cathy finally did something sensible. She went to an author reading at Elliott Bay Bookstore where she heard a talk by Arden Moore, a cat and dog behavior specialist. The event featured Arden’s cat book but Arden talked about dogs too.
Arden even blogged about my mom Cathy and my roommate Tiger:
Actually Tiger is a grump. You know what they call female dogs? That’s what somebody should call Tiger. That cat sleeps on a special cushion on my mom’s bed. She’s 18 and still jumps up on the counter to eat her dinner.
Then there’s my other feline roommate, Creampuff, whose name accurately describe the consistency of her brain.
My mom adores them. They were here first.
The best part of the day was I got to spend 4 hours in the Downtown Dog Lounge on Bell Street, hanging out with my favorite dogs. The worst was when my mom came to pick me up. I could tell she had been listening to a dog trainer. She had that gleam in her eye that said, “We mean business.”
“Gracie, sit!” she said firmly when a motorcycle went by. Ditto for a skateboard.