Meet Gatsby & Daisy
Precious Pets on the Porches of I'On
Hi everyone, pleased to meet you. I’m J. Gatsby, most people refer to me as Gatsby but my family call me all sorts of names like Robert, Roo Roo, Rhubarb, Ferdinand, Boo Bear, or just plain Boo. Sometimes they even call me Baby Boy, which is really annoying.
My sister was named Daisy Fay DeBruin and most people refer to her as Daisy. Again though, our family calls her all sorts of names as well, like Daisy Doodle, Daisy Doo, Doo Doo, Dizzy and Little Girl. Daisy doesn’t mind the various names as she is usually either relaxing in the sunshine or too focused on looking out for critters, especially squirrels. She hasn’t been able to catch one yet, even after our parents fenced off our yard on Eastlake. Before that, we always had to be on leash outside because Daisy is a flight risk. Once she sees a squirrel, she seems to lose herself and she just chases and chases. She thinks she might be able to learn to climb trees one day. Once our Dad had to chase her through a bunch of yards along Eastlake, Shipyard, Ponsbury, and Moultrieville Roads. If any of you have Ring doorbells, I’d love to see the footage.
As for me, I’m usually found on someone’s lap. I really like to just lounge about on our porch and watch all the neighbors and I’On visitors walk around Eastlake. Sometimes I half growl, half bark to warn my family that someone is coming around the triangle path or up Wooddy’s Way towards us on the porch at Blue Jasmine House. I really don’t mean anything by my barks. It just gives me something to do as I bask in the Eastlake breeze. Well, it’s time for me to go on a walk, gotta go! Daisy and I hope to see y’all soon!
Now hold on there, Old Sport! Bless your heart, Jay. I may have said in that book by Mr. Fitzgerald that the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful little fool, but I can still speak for myself. I do like to relax in the sunshine, but someone must watch out for those terrible squirrels. I stand guard for those acorn-carrying, bushy tail-flipping, forest floor-flurrying, canopy-gallivanting rascals. We all know it won’t be Jay to stand watch. He is too busy socializing with whoever will hold him. Heavens to Betsy, that boy never misses a meal either. The doctor says Gatsby should be 20 pounds, but with all the side treats Dad gives us, he’ll never be under 22.
As for me, I was what they call the runt of the litter. That does not sound so pretty. I guess I wasn’t either when my parents picked us up from the farm where we were born. I overheard Mom tell Dad that I looked a bit mangy. Thank goodness Dad had already written the check and had me and Gatsby in the car before Mom could figure out how to reverse it all. Well, that was 8 years ago in human years, and now I am really enjoying our new home in I’On. I thought the house looked perfect, but my parents have not stopped doing things since we moved in. Every time I turn around or wake up from a nap, it seems some room in the house has changed color. I really love our new fence around the house, although I wish the bars were a little farther apart so I could get out and chase those finicky squirrels. Well, I gotta get going. Holler if you see me!