Saturday, August 29, 2009
Canine Thoughts About Community.
Ms. CoCo Chanel, the Upper East Side bitch, and Mr. Lenny Bruce Brisco, who takes "the short bus to school", can not - at times - contain their excitement, enthusiasm and joy about having guests at Llangollen.
Sometimes, they get a little TOO excited - jumping on everyone and licking their faces. Which is fine. Except, if someone is allergic to dogs.
Other times, they get TOO enthusiastic and territorial about their "pack". Ms. CoCo, Alpha Dog, extraordinaire, will bark and fuss if anyone dares leave the room. Which is difficult if we are playing games in the Florida Room and one of us gets up to go to the loo or into the kitchen for more refreshments and snacks.
It becomes Major Doggy Drama. Every time.
So, sometimes, when we anticipate lots of activity - like morning showers and breakfast - we put the puppies out in the Florida Room and close the sliding glass door.
Just for 20 minutes or so. Until "the pack" settles down.
Not exactly "banishment" but you would think by the looks on their faces that they had been exiled to Outer Slobovia - for evah.
How pathetic is that?
We're getting ready to leave for an afternoon of shopping at the Discount Malls. The pups will have the run of the house. Even so, they will not be happy until the entire pack is altogether in the same place at the same time.
So, here's my thought for the day: Sometimes, I think, dogs have a better sense of community than some people . . . especially those who profess to be 'orthodox' followers of Christ.
Not especially deep or profound or even particularly original, but the best I can do on a rainy Saturday morning in late August on Rehoboth Bay.