Because of that, I cannot seem to rectify why I'm not stoked by Kaiju's sometimes unpredictable behavior. Wait, let me rephrase that. I suppose she is predictable. I can predict that one day she'll cuddle up to me. And I can also predict that another day she'll alligator roll in my arms to get down and not want anything to do with me. In fact, I can predict that both might happen in the same 15 minutes. It's a good darn thing I didn't name her Puppy. She is anything but. I can't even describe what her temperament is like. Predictably unpredictable?
I find myself within the company of an animal that I absolutely cannot control. A sweet old ferret friend listened to me whine about my tegu woes on the phone one day. With zero exposure to them, he was able to give me the simplest and most supportive of advice. I truly had not thought of a few of the things he said. And some of it I've heard before. Some of it I had from by reptile and bird people until my ears bled. You know ... the animal people I am not? But coming from an old chum and being that the advice came from an experienced mammal owner with great past successes and the gentlest of ways, somehow it was more comforting. The hour long conversation boiled down to the fact that I cannot scoop her up and squeeze and hug her like in the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. I knew this. I know this. But I must accept this. And be patient with this.
Neal Wilder, this is for you!
This is how I see me.
I love amusement rides. The rollercoaster, especially. I absolutely look forward to surprises in life. I like being impulsive when able. It makes me feel alive. I find myself within the company of an animal that I absolutely cannot control. A sweet old ferret friend listened to me whine about my tegu woes on the phone one day. With zero exposure to them, he was able to give me the simplest and most supportive of advice. I truly had not thought of a few of the things he said. And some of it I've heard before. Some of it I had from by reptile and bird people until my ears bled. You know ... the animal people I am not? But coming from an old chum and being that the advice came from an experienced mammal owner with great past successes and the gentlest of ways, somehow it was more comforting. The hour long conversation boiled down to the fact that I cannot scoop her up and squeeze and hug her like in the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. I knew this. I know this. But I must accept this. And be patient with this.
Neal Wilder, this is for you!
This is how I see me.
This is how he sees me.