I’ve never been much of a “dog person” and have always gravitated towards cats. I’ve always loved the low maintenance, cuddly aspect of cats but that was before I met Diesel and Juice.
Diesel, our four year old Mini English Bulldog. She’s everything the name Diesel implies except she’s female. She burps, farts, snorts, snores, and even throws up in her mouth and eats it. She is constantly making you laugh one way or another. I think her best trick is running around in circles throwing her body every which direction causing her to spin on her rear end as though she were break dancing. I’ll post a video one of these days; it’ll make your eyes water.
I’m not sure how I ever smiled without her.
And then there’s Juice… I’m not a fan of Juice. First of all, her name is ridiculous. Why Steve named her that, I’ll never understand.. Second, she’s mean. Don’t let the picture fool you, she’ll try to bite your hand off if you get close. You must meet one of two requirements to pet her: be of male gender or have food to give her. Juice weighs 20 pounds. We’ve tried to put her on a variety of weight loss plans but no matter how hard we try, she manages to make zero progress.. She and I have gradually created a mutual respect for each other: I don’t touch her unless she’s really hungry and in return she will sometimes sit next to me on the couch without attacking me. I’ll take what I can get until Steve finally agrees to get me another cat.