A Dog Blog
fair warning, this is a dog post. so if reading about my 3 year old furry kid ain’t your thang, then quit now.
took parm to the neighbor’s sunday to watch the games. and they have this new cat. an evil evil cat. no lie, just ask them. after being unnamed for months, I guess they finally settled on Simon. Simon Pita. I’m not kidding when they were thinking of naming him Adolf cuz he was so mean.
Adolf Simon beats the shit out of everyone. he likes no one. You can get 5 pets in before the claws come out and he tries to bite you. needless to say, he’s not a fan of parmesan. I worry that the ratdog is going to leave missing an eye everytime I go over.
so i’m sitting on the floor in the living room near the cat, catching up with joan & ken. parm for some reason doesn’t see the cat and gets too close. oh the hissss and noise that came out of that confrontation. it scared me half to death. parm had an “of fuck” expression if that’s even possible for a dog, and ran for his life.
later we’re all downstairs watching the games, and I asked, “anyone seen parm?” hmmmm, no dog. so i go upstairs…. and no dog. Joan starts to look for him. well…. we found them. he had wandered off to their bedroom. and was stuck. when we found him, he was laying on the far side of the room, ears tucked, and afraid to move. Simon was sitting, blocking the exit. Joan rescued a now super duper happy puppy.
at this point, some time between this experience, dinner, and the next game, Clark “Parmesan” Kent must’ve found a phone booth in their house. As we were watching the second game, Evan was petting the devil cat, and of course, the cat got pissed and dug his claws into him. As he grimaced and tried to remove the cat attached to his leg, Super Parm came sprinting across the room to save the day.
He went after, and I mean AFTER, Lex “Simon” Luthor with the intent to kill and protect his “Laser Light” (it’s a game) buddy. Barks, attempts to bite… you name it, he tried it. I had to grab him in his new found courageous moment of glory. After that, the cat wasn’t a problem anymore. When parm went over to him again, it was like a cartoon. There was a puff of smoke, and the cat was gone, fleeing the scene.
Good dog.
* And just when he has his shining moments, there are, well, these. I took him for an R-I-D-E (in case he’s reading this). Every other time in his existance, I open up the driver’s side door, and he jumps in, and moves over.
Keep in mind this is his routine. The seat is always to the right and he jumps up on it. 3 years he’s done this.
For no good reason, I let him in the passenger side door yesterday. Of course, with the seat now on his left, he jumps up and high to the right… and for lack of a better word, splats on the floormat.
I won’t be doing that again.
* read this far? how about something non-dog related. You know you have a shopping problem when this happens:
same day I was at neighbor’s, as I walk in, they say “you know the Best Buy in Glen Burnie is closing and moving right?”
I said, yeah, they called me.
“They called you?”
well now I feel like an ass. They had read it in the paper or something. Turns out Best Buy did call me, and talked to me (not automated but a real live person) just to tell me that they were closed mon thru thurs, and to come friday for an exclusive two hour event for invited guests… and to see if I had any questions.
time to scale back on the best buy shopping.
