Cabela – The Southern belle. Cabela is the queen. She’s sophisticated, smart, refined and will always let you know exactly where she stands on pretty much everything. When it’s time to go to sleep, she will make it very clear to me it’s time to turn that light out and get in bed. At 6:30 AM at first light, she’s telling me it’s time to wake up old man. Cabela loves hugs and affection but not too much. Just enough. You can’t push Cabela. If it’s cloudy and looks like rain, she turns around and goes back inside. “I’m not walking today old man, it looks like rain.” “The antique store?, Ok… that I’ll do – even in the rain.”
Ravyn – The California biker chic. Now Ravyn is independence. “If you want to rub my belly, that’s fine. If not then you can move on”. Hugs and affection? She makes it clear that’s not her thing. Yet, she is always nearby me. Whatever room I am in Ravyn will eventually be sitting right there with me. She is fiercely loyal and she lets you know that she will never let you get too far out of her sights.
Canela – The mischievous one. Canela wears her heart on her sleeve. She is the embodiment of affection and love and an outward showing of it. If I go from room to room Canela always seems to get there before me with a look on her face, “welcome to the living room old man. Do you want to go into the kitchen and see if we can find something to eat?” “If not old man, it’s ok… you just sit here and I’ll see what I can find.” Canela is pure innocent love. She is my best friend, my guardian and my accomplice in anything mischievous.
