Sunday, August 17, 2:48 am, Union streetThere's nothing like waking up for Sunday Brunch with a black eye. The only thing better is telling people that you got it from your dog, the Boxer, whose face you fell into at 3 o'clock in the morning.
See, everyone's heard that people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. And everyone (trust me, I've heard them all) tells you that people in small New York City apartments shouldn't own big dogs. But the reasons they cite (exercise, busy schedules, excessive summer heat) usually preclude your dog suddenly becoming a hazardous object.
Having moved close to a giant park, invested in an oval-oscillating fan (not just side-to-side, but up-and-down), and added ice cubes to Myla's water bowl, I've so far managed to maintain Big-Dog-Big-City Harmony. The problem has come with the position of the animal's large, sprawled body relative to this particular woman's slightly-unsteady, heel-clad feet. When you collide, which is inevitable, there's nowhere to fall but into an exposed-brick wall or onto them (perhaps being so lucky as to smash your eyebrow straight into their knuckle head).
I've seen that eye. Hot summer colors!
ReplyDeleteMy cat can take your dog!
ReplyDeleteI walked into my house this evening to find my kitchen, dinning room and office covered in tiny baby blue and white feathers. Down at my feet was a my Monster's prize...a sweet little (half eaten) parakeet.
ReplyDeleteThis was some one's poor unsuspecting pet that Monster had somehow managed to slaughter and present to me with the utmost pride. I spend the rest of the evening posting "Found Parakeet" signs in the neighborhood, cleaning up the crime scene and hoping that the bird's owner will not make the same fate for my little Monster. He has thus been locked in the house and I am considering adding a third enormous bell to his collar or installing one of those invisible fences around the yard. Any ideas?
ReplyDeleteIf only I had dark purple eyeshadow for the other one...
ReplyDeleteMonster vs Myla: the next Alien vs Predator.
ReplyDeleteHuman-dog injuries are not uncommon. Steve's nose was broken by our golden retriever, Kit, playing King of the Bean Bag. Yes, this was int he 70's when folks actually had bean bag chairs in their living rooms
ReplyDelete...posted by an older person