California Bloggin' v5.0 :: Desiderium

I have another story about Chico Ringo. When I was 6 years-old my best friend Lisa moved in next door. She and her family had lived about half a block away, but it was across a fairly busy street which meant we couldn't just go play together any time we wanted. So when the family moved next door to us it was a big deal. Lisa has a sister who's my sister's age and a brother a year younger than my brother, so we were all pretty happy. Even though Lisa's parents are about 20 years younger than my parents, they got to be friends as well. In fact, Lisa's mom and my mom are still very close although Lisa's mom moved several years ago. (not far; just a few blocks away) Anyway, Lisa's family adopted Buttons about the same time we adopted Chico Ringo. Buttons was *gasp* a dog! We thought for sure Buttons and Chico Ringo would fight like, well, cats and dogs. But it was just the opposite. They loved each other. Sometimes when Buttons was on her chain in the front yard Chico Ringo would go sit on the neighbor's front porch. They'd nap next to each other, watch the neighbor's and other animals go by and just generally hang out and do whatever it is cats and dogs do when they're not with their people. They were so cute together, just like cats and dogs who grow up in the same house. Buttons also lived to a ripe old age. Our family was just as sad as Buttons' family when she had to be put to sleep. But we all knew, at least (if you believe in that sort of thing), Chico Ringo and Buttons would be together again.

Again, there's no point to this post. It's just something I wanted to share.