Chemistry’s a funny thing. That’s why you see the guy smooching the gal with a rear the size of Cleveland, and the girl hanging all over her fella who weighs 80 pounds and lisps
We all have the last say, to whom we give our affection to, even if the world collectively scratches it’s head.
And the same goes for animals, bringing me to Ernie, the Poodle next door.
Mary, I’ll call her, had a friend who adopted Ernie and immediately had to leave town, so Mary stepped in to puppysit.
I’ve seen her for years in the neighborhood looking so sad and lonely, but since she’s had Ernie to care for, Mary’s a new person.
So, when her friend came back 6 weeks later, with great reluctance, she gave Ernie back.
Well…Ernie wasn’t too happy either. He stopped eating, stationing himself by the front door mewling in protest.
“Whaddaya mean I have to stay here? I want to be with Mary.”
To the woman’s credit, she called Mary and said, I think Ernie will be better off with you, then went to the ASPCA and adopted another dog.
I just saw them as I was coming in. They were both wearing matching ski sweaters.
His and hers, Mary said.
In the final analysis, all animals choose whom they love, doesn’t matter how many paws we have.