My Fraidy Cat

I think all moms take just a tiny little secret pleasure when our kiddos feel sick because we get some good snuggle time that doesn't happen as often once our kids get older.  I get that same pleasure during a good thunder storm with my big dog.

Frito Pie has the personality of a cat.  She was found on the street at 6 months of age and rescued by a wonderful lady named Jan.  Jan could not keep her so her friend Becky took Frito in.  The time came that Becky was no longer able to keep Frito Pie, which was when she became a member of the Daniels family.

She has now spent half of her life with us.  We know she loves us.  She makes absolute sure she is not left behind when she thinks we may be leaving her somewhere.  The van door opens and she plops herself down and won't budge until everyone is buckled, the doors are locked and we are driving  down the road.

However, after being bumped around so much as a young doggy, she developed coping mechanisms, which manifests in her cat personality.  Frito doesn't need constant attention.  She wants it on her own terms.  She likes to be near us, but touching is not necessary.  When she wants affection she comes and gets it.  When she wants to play fetch or chase, we play.  When she's done she leaves, much like a cat.  I try to make her a lap dog;  she tolerates it, but clearly does not enjoy it.

Except during thunder storms.  Then she's aaaaaall up in my business.  And I like it.