The Big Green House

Thursday, December 04, 2003

 

Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay

Today was all about dogs.

Of course, that's true most days. I am what is commonly known as a dog slut. Back when we first started going out & before Lucy came to live with me, I would occasionally drag Science Girl with me on a walk around Green Lake specifically so I could get my dog fix. Yes. I am that man walking down the street, petting every dog that looks friendly enough and making googly eyes at all the ones I can't actually pet.

Anyway. The wind woke me up around 8 this morning, so Lucy and I were out and about earlier than usual. That turned out to be a good thing, since we ran into a couple of dogs that had some how gotten loose (I assumed their gate blew open) & were wandering around, checking out the neighborhood. We took them home with us, over Lucy's vehement objections, and called their owner. He was very happy to come get his escapees, and thanked me repeatedly. I told him that it was no big deal. I did what any other dog owner would have done. It's like preventing someone's toddler from running out into the street; it's just what you do. I trust that someone would do the same if, gods forbid, Lucy should get out some day.

Needless to say, I had to spend the rest of the afternoon assuring Lucy that the other dogs would not be living with us, and that they had in fact gone back to their own home. It was a tough sell, but I believe I finally got through to her.

Which is good, because I had to leave for work a little early today. I had promised my friend that I would give her dogs a walk before work. Riley, the 25 lb. Westie, won't go out unless Quincy, the 5 lb. Silky*, goes, too. If you try to take Riley out alone, he'll go about 10 feet down the sidewalk and stop, alternately looking between you and the house as if to say, "Wait a minute - aren't we missing someone?" It's cute, if somewhat annoying. Walking both of them at the same time is a handful, since Quincy wants to get into everything and Riley will follow him wherever he goes.

While I was getting those two ready to go out, Lambchop, the teeny tiny little 3 lb. poodle who looks exactly like this (except for the red buttons - what's up with that?) was screaming like she was on fire, because there is no way in hell I'm gonna walk all three of them at once, and she knows it. When I brought Q & R back and got Lambie ready to go, they went into their "Help, help, I'm bein' repressed!" act. It's a shame we no longer have vaudeville, really. These three would be naturals.

So that's been my day so far. When I get home, Lucy will be ready for another walk. I really do love dogs, but there are times when I wonder who domesticated who.

*His owner claims he�s a Silky, anyway. He looks nothing like Lucy, or like any of the dogs on that Silky rescue page I linked to. I think my friend was sold an imposter.

bmarkey 12/04/2003 08:52:00 PM