I'm sure that a few of you have heard about the unexpected new addition to our humble abode here in Westside. The night before Thanksgiving while I was at the lab at Whitney I got a call from Kianni while I was on dinner break.
"Mama, don't be mad a me."
"Why, what did you do now?"
"Juan (her half-brother) gave me a puppy."
"A puppy?" I had met the puppies. And they were wicked cute.
"Can I please, please, please, please keep it?"
"We will deal with it when I get home."
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr......
So, in comes Kobe. He's named after the NBA guy. Kobe is a Shit-zu, Pomerianian mix, so when I'm really mad at him I call him a "ShitzPom". He is really, really cute. No fur, all hair. He needs a hair cut. The vet says that he is in really good health, and has started getting all his shots and such. He totally does not like being potty-trained. In that aspect he is so not user-friendly. He doesn't like spending the night in his cage. And oh, does this dog have lungs. The only other puppy I've had was little Elphaba, and she was so much easier to train. She only whined about three or four nights, and trained very quickly. This guy on the other hand, no go. And the energy level is totally off the wall!
Peanut Butter is doing his best to stand his ground. Peanut turns seven this year and this poor little chihuahua is having a hard time dealing with another dog. Of course Peanut looks at Kobe when it's time for bed and I can see him saying "Hahahaha you little Newbie...I get to sleep downstairs with Mama. In her bed. Hahahahahaha!"
So while my CRV Newberry has been getting his new shoes at the shop today I've been sitting here watching the doggies. Right now both are totally zonked her in the living room while I'm listening to the noon news and typing away. And I have found myself thinking about what it would really be like to be a dog. Sleep, pee, poop, eat, play and repeat. Over and over again. And get spoiled with baths, haircuts, you know the doggie spa treatment. People taking care of you. Wow. A simple life.
I really wish that I could have some simplicity. Maybe when Kianni spends the night at a friends house that is as simple as my life will get right now. Like last night, She spent the night over at a friends house and they ride the same bus. And it was quiet here, save for the two psycho-dogs. So I putzed through the house, cleaning up a bit, doing dishes, sweeping floors, etc. And then bed. Once I get Newberry back it's back into Go-Mode, get ready for work, make sure the doggies have gone out and their dishes are full, remember my dinner for my night at the lab, etc, etc, etc. I've got a few more years before Kia has graduated and I can think about moving somewhere. I'd love to go back to Maine, but since I've gotten back into working at Baystate I really don't know if I want to leave Western Mass. I so love what I do. Besides, bacteria doesn't really talk to you You talk to it. But that's beside the point.
I watch Kobe and Peanut and wonder what is going on in their little heads. What are the thinking? How do they see things? How do they understand things? What exactly do they hear when we speak to them? I wish that I knew more of how they operate. How do they see us? Are they thinking "Wow. That woman is totally off her rocker." I so wish that I could understand. And if things really are so simple for them than I wish I could be a little dog. For a day or two anyway.
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