Having been raised with only a cat for a number of years as a child and young adult, I never got the dog thing. Just didn't grow up with the exposure. My parents didn't like them to the best of my knowledge. My father did have one he was quite taken with while in his second life. Mom is even better around them than I could have envisioned.
Still, hard as I try ( and I do try) It's a difficult relationship to break through. The cat is so darn easy. Relatively quiet and innocuous they just go about their business in a most simple and seemingly unaffected manner. With purpose.
The dog is so willy-nilly and goofy I sometimes feel I can compare them to what a fish looks like out of water. Flipping and flopping around, bounding up and down and across the yard. I like it, its fun. This morning as I sat on the bed, Duke mashed his skull into my legs and as I scratched his head, chin and neck he licked my face and climbed up placing his paws on my legs and resting his head sideways on my lap. Now that's the kind of affection I can really go for.
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