The humans that belong to Rommel and Nina have been my friends since before Rommel and Nina owned them.
Rommel the Rottweiler was often my house guest while his parents traveled. Shortly after they got Rommel they of course had to get him a sister (one pet is never enough), Nina, the Flat Coated Retriever Mix (?) who they adopted from Indianapolis Animal Care and Control. Now when the humans traveled I had a house full, 5 dogs and a cat plus a feral cat colony outside. I loved it.
When I was diagnosed with Kidney Cancer in 2003 Nina and Rommel were at my house. They were scheduled to come stay again during the early part of my recovery but that was no longer an option. Their humans hired a Pet Sitter to come into the home and care for Rommel and Nina while they were away. What is a pet sitter I asked? They explained, I did some research and knew right away I was not returning to my job refinishing furniture. My surgery was February 6, 2003, I started Amy’s Happy Critters, Inc. in March of 2003, thanks to the first Happy Critters, Nina and Rommel.
Rommel has a foot fetish, when you walk, he puts his nose right on the top of your shoe and grumbles and sniff’s, as you try to walk. He gets over this in a few minutes. It’s cute, when you don’t trip over him an fall. As with most Rotties I’ve met he can not get enough love and attention. If you stop moving, he will be there presenting you with an ear or a stub of tail to scratch. If you sit down, it’s time to be prepared for kisses.
Nina loves affection just as much as her brother but, unlike Rommel who more or less outgrew his toy obsession, Nina takes the prey instinct to new heights. She quickly progressed from disemboweling squeeky toys to taking on raccoons, squirrels, chipmunks, geese, ducks and swans with varying degrees of success.
Rommel, Nina and their humans are family to me. Rommel is now a spry 12 years old and Nina is ageless it seems. My friends added two children -of the human variety- to their family recently. I am not qualified to care for those types of critters but I have non the less appointed myself Aunt Amy again.
Thank you Rommel, Nina and your humans for helping me make something good come of something so bad and leading me into the post-cancer part of my life.