The Vegas Voice 3-21

It’s a Dog’s Life
By: Dan Roberts / Roberts Rules
“
You’re as crazy as Rana!” I blurted out in
disbelief.
My PILL (partner in love & life) and I were
having dinner last month with our Vegas Voice “This & That”
columnist Liz Breier and her husband Bill. While awaiting our meals,
we started talking about the pandemic.
Somehow the ladies’ conversation veered to “at least we have
our dogs” for joy and comfort. And
then Liz (without any hesitation or
embarrassment) mentioned that she
cooks for her two dogs.
Worse yet (from my point of view) she
tasted the stuff to make sure that the
dinner would meet with her canines’
approval.
While husband Bill (very smartly,
I might add) merely shrugged his
shoulders and smiled, I couldn’t help
expressing my thoughts and feelings.
I even admitted that before Liz’s
declaration, I believed that my Rana was the only insane animal chef.
Anyway I asked (more like “dared”) Liz if she would put pen-topaper
concerning her doggie culinary skills. And then my Ladylove
countered that “The Vegas Voice might want” (I love it when she only
“suggests” an idea – as if I have a choice) to do a “Pet Edition.”
To my surprise, a number of our columnists couldn’t wait to submit
their respective articles about their “fur babies” – both current and
past.
Hence the reasoning behind the theme for this month’s publication.
Now please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not animal-adverse and
like most of you, I grew up with pets from childhood to being the father
of four sons. There were dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters and even geckos
in my home. Even today, my life (and as the photo shows, my bed) is
shared with Daisy and Muffin.
But as I settle into my senior years, I maintain a different attitude
from Rana as to possibly adopting (or more appropriately, they
adopting us) more animals. I have made it very clear that for Yours
Truly, going forward, I do not want another dog…or cat…or plant…
or even a pet rock.
Assuming we all survive the coronavirus and life returns to some
“normal” my goal is to travel with Rana and our Vegas Voyagers and
Vegas Vacationers clubs around the country and around the world –
anywhere and everywhere. Be it for days or
weeks without a thought as to “what about
the dogs?”
I also recognize that my wishes and
Rana’s wants could be solved with dogsitters.
So rather than disagree, I would be
smart to simply follow Bill’s actions – just
shrug, remain silent and go with the flow.
Who knows? Maybe Liz’s and Rana’s
culinary dog dishes might be good. After
all, their canines are more picky eaters
than I am.
* One final note. As my Rana sets forth in her article (page 24), last
month, we took a road trip to the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in
Utah. Rana said if I changed my mind and wanted to adopt an animal
as “my pet” it would be okay with her.
When I told her I wanted “this one” she told me “No.” Rana advised
that rather than adopting him, I should just look in the mirror. I still
don’t know what she meant.
Clarification
In my January column, I
expressed my opinion that living
in New York during the winter
is nuts. A (very) few readers
disagreed with my view.
A week later New York received 7
inches of snow. Three days later
they received 8 more.
Based on the picture received, I
stand by my original thoughts.
Only this time I do so laughing
out loud.
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