or maybe it was when he first smelled Her coming from a mile away (you know, dogs have the best noses of all.) the noisy beater, rumbling down the street…. Howdy heard Her distant car coming (our human’s) …. Partly because I knew it was the first act of the big nightly She Is Home Dance Party Celebration. But I loved Howdy, the big boy basset.Įven though cats aren’t into the whole dog snuggle thing, I actually liked it when Howdy nuzzled up. But even if we did, they’d sure be weird - a cross between a big smelly 60 pound hound, so uncouth, and a dignified, diminutive, sleek and slender super-classy tabby cat. Neither of us could have kids – or wanted to. We never did anything about it, other than just purr and rub. Howdy was my top-secret unofficial bad-boy boyfriend. I didn’t like the whole dominance thing Howdy ran on Elvis – but I admired him for it. Howdy totally took advantage of his “little” brother and bossed him around.Īnd that all seemed a little heavy handed, if you ask me.
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