In nearly 44 years of marriage, Karen and I have never owned an animal. Most of our friends and family, neighbors and acquaintances in Colorado, those we work with in Arkansas and Georgia, and fellow full-time RV'ers, have an animal of one kind or another. Of course, the Passion Play has a wide variety of animals for the Play, petting zoo and household pets. So, we have no lack of animals to befriend and every one seems to like us, and we enjoy being around them as well.
I have blogged about a lot of the animals we have known on our wanderings, and I often wish they could speak to us, like Balaam's donkey did in Numbers 22, where the donkey had some pretty profound words for his "master". We can interpret a wagging tail, a lick, a sniff, purr, begging for a table scrap, a growl, bark or whine, or other "body language" from an animal, but without words we can only imagine what they are thinking about us. We're probably better off not knowing because we might get more information than we bargain for.
A dog or cat doesn't fit in with our current life style, a horse, cow, camel, lamb or donkey isn't practical unless we settle down in a non-wheeled residence, and even then, it would change our regimen quite a bit. I guess we'll settle for the relationship we have with other people's animals, continue to be Aunt Karen and Uncle Hal to an ark-full of four-leggers and a few winged types. In this part of Texas, I'm not sure there are leash laws, so when I take my walks on CR 3255, I have to be aware that some of the dogs "talking" to me and charging across the fields, may have more than a howdy on their mind. Where's The Numbers 22 angel when you need him? But, then again.........
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