More Madness
I seem to be unable to escape a life in which canine madness predominates. And by this I mean, even though Faye went to a wonderful new home on a ranch with three adorable boys who are madly in love with her, I once again find myself with two grumpy canines in the house and a never ending cycle of opening the backdoor to let them in or out or to just stand there and stare, and continuously dirty food bowls, paw prints on the floor, and little tumbleweeds of hair drifting about in the currents of the A/C. And not to mention that one of the dogs currently staying with me is the Queen Of All Things herself, and she won’t let me forget (not in a million years) that Her Opinion Matters Most (and no one elses’ ever matters).
Beau is not so happy with this arrangement. I saw a drastic improvement in his behavior once Faye left (can we say, war over the sofa, 24/7 wiggleworm and running 4 miles a day with continual hyperactivity??) and for two weeks or so things were as normal as they ever are around here. Then Penny showed up and he gave me the, oh-no-you-friggin’-don’t look, and now it’s a competition to see who can behave more badly, who can be loudest, and who can possible act the most jealous. Beau pretty much ignores Penny as much as he ignored Faye - but the problem in this is that Penny is short, fat and geriatric, and she hates to be ignored - hates ever more to be trod on by a large grey and white galumping moose. Every five seconds she is expressing her displeasure that he should be within a twenty mile radius of her royal self, despite the fact that this is Beau’s house and I am doing Penny a favor by keeping her here and not banishing her to the kennel (even if the kennel won’t take her anymore). The crazy bat queen must have her way at all times and immediately or there is several minutes of growling, barking and snarling while slithering around on the floor on her good front legs and gimpy back ones, oddly reminiscent of one of those dancing-flower fireworks.
My parents (and brother) are happily galavanting about in cool, beautiful, scenic and interesting San Fransisco. I, on the other hand, am stuck in hot, muggy and rainless Texas with a large grumpy moose who hates company, and a small fat badger that hates everything. Which is all fine when they are at their respective houses with their respective slaves to wait on them hand and foot - it’s when we get these two irascible creatures together that canine madness ensues. Here I am trying to write a parasitology paper on Hydatid Disease with moose grumblings in the background because it’s been twenty minutes since he last ate and angry badger opinions being spat at me from behind him because HOW DARE HE SPEAK IN HER PRESENCE.
I am going out of my mind at the present moment.
Saturday cannot come soon enough.
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