Last night my friend Liz came over to have dinner and watch a movie with me. Kiere did her usual thing: barked like a frenetic, rabid muskrat on crack; jumped up on Liz's legs, and generally acted as though she were possessed by evil spirits. I sprayed her with a water bottle (my friend's trick for calming badly behaved dogs), which worked for all of two seconds at a time, and then, in desperation, I banished her to her crate in my bedroom.
Unfortunately for all of us except Kiere, my bedroom doesn't have an actual door. The hallway is also the wall of the bedroom, and then you go around a little privacy wall, and, voila, what some lunatic Santa Fe architect decided would be a great addition to "Southwestern style": a bedroom with no door. Did I mention that my sink is in the hallway instead of in the bathroom where it belongs? Yeah, there are a lot of things out here that don't make sense. I believe it's related to the tequila habit of much of the population. That or there was some translation problem between the cultures -- maybe bedrooms are supposed to be part of the main household if you live in the Santo Domingo pueblo.
Anyway. Liz and I had dinner. Kiere barked exactly ONE bark exactly every TWO minutes. Which meant that every time we had just settled into conversation, we were startled out of it, sometimes dropping our forks to the table, by this piercing, horrible, rat-death kind of bark that Kiere had cleverly come up with during her exile.
We started the movie. Same thing. WHAT A BAD DOG. Because I got tired of missing the end of every other line of the movie, I let her out of her crate. (bad mommy.) She promptly jumped up into Liz's lap, tried to french-kiss Liz, rolled over on her back on Liz's knees, and fell asleep.
Lord help me if I ever have children.
Kiere (and coat) will be spending Christmas at Happy Paws Kennel. Maybe she will wear out her voice before I see her again. It would be the best Christmas present for this household.
Funny and cute videos, Lynnie! I can't wait to see ALL OF YOU GUYS!
~Emily
3 comments:
Oh, Em! I thought she knew Liz and that the barking would settle down quickly. I feel for your neighbors, too! But, I confess to a real warm feeling when I think of Kiere kissing and rolling over for a belly rub! We will miss her at Christmas. Can't wait to see you...countdown 20 days to go! Love. Mom
But she's so cute on this "silent screen," Emily! I can't wait to see you either, but can it really only be 20+ days till Christmas? Yipes! I've gotta go shopping! Love you, love your dog...~V~
That's funny! You sound like too nice of a mommy... I have some parenting books you may borrow. Heehee! Can't wait to see you over Christmas! Love you!
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