September 14, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
It’s all about the dogs these days.
Toy-Breed-Attack-Dog Cujo the Wonder Mutt joined us this week, my life has been all about the dogs. I walk the dogs, I pet the dogs, I brush the dogs. I feed them. I play with them. The nap and sleep with us and sit and stare, waiting for me to walk out of the room so they can follow. I sware (swear, even) that they should BOTH be named Shadow. Or large Shadow and mini-Shadow. It’s a Shadow competition ’round these parts. I know they are secretly plotting behind my back, “HEY! Let’s see who can trip her down the stairs first! You run between her legs ’cause you’re small and I’ll get behind her and nudge past her since I’m a big oaf! Ready? GO!”
They even sleep in close proximity. I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. Shadow is afraid of Cujo.
That’s right. This:
Is afraid of THIS:
Yes. That is correct. That eighty-pound, bear-resembling, rather scary-looking dog (she scares little kids, although the worst you would get is a lick. She’d lick you to death. Oh, and feel free to break in and steal everything. Just scratch her tummy or give her a carrot, okay?) is afraid of an EIGHT-POUND dog that she could eat for lunch. Literally. Cujo is smaller than a turkey. Or the size a Perdue Oven-Stuffer Roaster (Dang it. Now I’m hungry).
And I don’t want him to go home tomorrow. I’m thinking of telling my parents he ran away when they come to pick him up. I’ll just hide him under the sink. He’ll fit. He’s a toy breed.
In fact, Darling stated last night (and I wish I had a tape-recorder. Am I dating myself for saying that? Eight track! Wish I had an eight-track!) that we can get a dog Cujo’s size when Shadow has moved on. I may see if I can work the magic and try it in the spring. Darling cannot resist a miniature dog. He LOVES little doggies. I know darn well that that little doggie would become HIS pet. I can also try the “good therapy for Bugaboo” angle. It didn’t work to get the Great-Dane-supposed-canine-service-dog-for-our-autistic-son but it might work for lap-dog-for-football-and-Nascar-and-trips-to-get-ice-cream.