What I Know...

Dear Reader,





They say to write well, you should write what you know. Now, I don't pretend to know just who they are, but I agree with them completely...almost completely. The only problem I have with this whole writing-what-you-know business is that it will narrow the compass of writing topics available to me considerably. However, the more I learn, the more I have to write about, I suppose. For now, I'll just stick to my [somewhat] diminutive scope of essay-fodder.




For instance, I know that if I should ever fail in the author-ing field, I have a good chance of becoming a dog-breeder, as I seem to have quite the talent in this particular line of business. I have a thriving population of dogs gallivanting about my backyard as we--well, mostly I--speak. Six of them, at last count. Actually, 6.5 dogs, to be precise.




Hazel is the oldest and, therefore, the most dominant of the lot. Her physical appearance actually resembles that of a sausage; that is, brown and extremely...portly. She is the matriarch of the whole clan, and just recently, the mama of a little puppy who is yet to be christened. We were thinking of naming him (the puppy) Pitem, meaning 'black', which is a totally unoriginal reflection on his swarthy visage. And, as he is the only puppy in the litter, he is quite a spoilt little thing, all rotund and roly-poly. He has yet to master the complicated art of walking, and he keeps rolling into the most unexpected and hard-to-reach places, then crying and whining to be returned to his mama.




Next, is Pluto. Furry little devil, if you ask me. Needless to say, he isn't my favourite. He has no respect for me whatsoever, unless I'm brandishing a stick or tree-branch and waving it at him, like some deranged species of windmill. He doesn't mess with Hazel, though. He knows--from experience, no doubt--that she could give him what-for if he ever tried to cross her.




Then, the sweet and lovable Odie. Unfortunately, he is a bit of a wimp, and always gets bullied by the other dogs, or more specifically, Pluto. He has these beautiful brown eyes, all soft and warm when he looks at you, especially during meal-times. The little charmer! I'm not really a dog person (I know, real shocker, right?) but I think Odie's my favourite of the bunch.



And then there were three. Triplets, actually. Husky, the boy, and the two girls, Dulce and Rusty/Apple. Husky was named Husky because the markings on his face made him look like a Siberian Husky. Husky, Husky, Husky...(^_^) If I had to describe him in one word, that word would be: bouncy. He's so active and playful, and he always jumps on his sisters and Pluto and Odie...on everyone, actually. Moving on, Dulce [it means 'sweet' or 'candy' in Spanish] used to be a little terror...ironic, I know. She was a huge bully, relentless in her attempts to undermine poor, sweet Husky. We were really worried about him for a while, actually. But she mellowed out with age, I guess. Now they're one big happy family. As for Rusty/Apple, she is lucky enough to have not one, but two names. A unique situation for a unique dog. You see, she has a reddish, rusty tinge to her fur, and we couldn't decide between the two: Rusty or Apple. So we just settled for both.




Well, there you have it. The entire cast and crew of my little dog-farm.



Did I mention I have a cat, as well?

That's a whole other post in itself. Well, I'll spare you the mind-numbingly detailed summary of my cat's character and personality...for now, anyway. Til we meet again, dear reader!

Yours,

Figgy...the Blogger (o.O)