Friday, May 09, 2014
Jay does not want a dog. He wants to be a dog. For now, I prefer the Jay dog to an actual dog. Jay still can curl up easily on my lap (though he is not allowed to lick my face, though he can pantomime), and I am savoring these last months of Kindergarten. I too want a dog, in theory. I don't really want to have to walk it, and I don't have time this summer to take a pup to obedience school. But I know I can't stay the tide forever. If you saw Elle with her arm over her eyes and her fingers in our neighbors' dogs' fur, you couldn't either.
So for now: guinea pigs. Their names are Eleatt (pronounced "Eliot") and Zippy. They are great, so far. They purr and grunt and chirp. Elle sits for hours with Eleatt on her chest, curled in a little ball. So far, Jay has not killed Zippy. All is well.