I love him.... But he is the devil. He is evil. A beautiful cat. But absolutely evil. Haha. It's his thirteenth birthday! Happy birthday, Homie G. Dawg! Yes, awful name. But my sister was in her parachute pants stage and I was in a highly impressionable stage. And yeah. We normally call him Homer. Or Homes. Or Homerdoo. He got outside one time and was about to get in a fight with another cat and my mom went to pick him up. $10k doctor bill there since she was in the hospital for like five days.
I don't know about anyone else, but some animals just help when you have a panic attack. I just found myself sobbing and then suddenly I was on the kitchen floor sobbing uncontrollably and hyperventilating. I didn't know what to do. Through my tears and sobbing, I called Ziggy to me and she came and snuggled me and calmed me down and licked the tears off of my face. I love my pup. That panic attack would have lasted a lot longer if she wasn't there. I'm really thinking of training her to be an emotional support animal. She helps me so much with the emotional mess that I am and she can behave if she wants to. But she's part of my family and when she wants to behave may not be as often as it is expected. Ha. Slowly but surely, I'm trying to train her with the guidelines on nsarco.com. So far... Ehh. Not so great. But I'll get her to the point where she is good on all of them. She is highly intelligent and is easy to train. She knows sit and speak in sign language and English. And with me being around more often (taking a break from school), she will hold onto the training longer. When you don't use it, you lose it. It's true.
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