companion

I love living things. All living things.

Except mosquitos. I really hate those evil beings.

Aside from that, I adore (or at least appreciate/respect) all other living things.

There are a lot of dogs in our house right now. An old man-dog (completely salt and peppered coat), a skittish middle-age-crisis man-dog (a hound dog who's nose is a detriment to his indoor life), a beautiful young man-dog (the prettiest eyes I ever did see on a chocolate lab), and a very young girl-puppy (the little pitt-australian shepherd is a lover). There are also a lot of cats. An old man-cat (balding on his tail), a grumpy young-adult kitty (a beautiful mixed-Russian Blue, too smart for her own good), and two little black mutant lady-kitties (one a little tubmeister and the other plays fetch with yarn).

And I playfully push for a snake. Looking at different kinds today, browsing through pictures, I can't kick the shivers that run down my spine. Their sheer beauty takes my breath away. The way they glide as though they're always in water. The way they lay, motionless, never a wasted movement.

The way they crawl up on my chest and fall delightfully asleep against the heat escaping my body.

Other animals don't connect the way a snake does. I think it's because not everyone likes snakes.
And snakes know that. And they like/respect whoever chooses to like/respect them.

I love snakes.

I also think a piglet would be adorable.
Or a frog.
Or a lizard.

I guess I'm really not picky. Just want awesome friends.