Look at this. Having to use the computer with two large pillows on your lap in a certain configuration, with the arms of the chair a certain way and leaned back the right amount, only to be trapped under the whole mess and unable to use both hands at once. If you're actually trying to work and use the phone, it's a disaster.
They're maybe 22 pounds together, hot little smelly farting groaning monsters who stare at you reroachfully every time you disturb their sleep grabbing a fax or getting up to get a drink. Fred has some dignity about it, but Ollie just drapes himself any which way for hours, kicking and yipping through dreams sometimes, and stretching his feet down toward his curly tail and his little snout straight back when he wakes up from them.
Cats would visit for a few minutes, maybe even sleep for a spell, then move on to their business. I appreciate that about them. But dogs are so warm and sweet, so enthusiastically loving, that it's a rare cat who can come anywhere close to it. Patton was one of those cats, a joyful little guy who liked physical contact. But he was very rare in that, and when Oliver gets up every morning he pours on the love in such an ecstatic flurry that few dogs can equal. It's pretty fantastic, when you're not scared he's going to misjudge a playful snap of the jaws and take your nose off. Which is usually.
They require considerable time and effort and are shockingly expensive, but they've brought us a lot of happiness. The only thing I don't really like about them is their constant competitiveness. I'm not at all sure I wouldn't get one of each gender next time, seems like it might be better. But the size, which I was against, is pretty good now that I've lived with them for a while. Not shedding is great, and although they both get pretty smelly, it's nothing like having a large dog. Not even close.
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