Wednesday, November 4, 2009
And that was it. The barking would stop. The hissing and on-end hair would recede. The opponents would retreat to opposite ends of the house. Every time.... It happened every time.
When Nicky, the dictator, would sleepover he always slept with The Writer or The Maven. He could not be with Mr. Tennis or me because of THEM, the cats. I still remember the year that The Writer asked for a small dog for Christmas.
Nicky was here for the "Jake the Snake" era and ushered in the Panda era, letting her know who was really boss, of course. I still credit "Mr Nick" with getting us used to that small dog feel.
Nicky is still not out of the game, but Mary's distress got me thinking about Nick, and all the wonderful animals that have passed through the "Boston" family's lives: