Strange Bedfellows
Those of you who know my wife and I, and our little animal kingdom, will find this particularly amusing: Last night, a friend of ours took in a lost dog. She said he sat in her yard and in the street in front of her house for several hours, just sitting. So, she brings him inside, cause she’s a nice person, he has a collar, and it was in the low 20’s last night. However, her parents were in town last night and had to get up early to go to the hospital this morning. And my friend already has a dog. Two dogs who do not know each other (much less two who do) can be very loud, and can keep peeps up at night. So, she calls us, and asks if the dog can spend the night at our house.
Like we’d say no.
Sure, I said, one more won’t hurt.
Like hell it won’t. You see, we have three dogs of our own, as well as four cats. One more strange dog, who is a bit freaked out, I’m sure, hurt a bit. We tried putting him in a crate in the kitchen, and keeping our dogs in the bedroom with us, but that didn’t work. Visitor-dog was unhappy with the arrangement. Vocally. So, at 1:30 am, I got up, made up the fold-out bed, and locked myself and stranger-dog in the back room, leaving my wife to fend for herself with our three. I figured that having company would shut newboy up.
It sort of worked. He was very active all night, walking all over me and the bed, and whining in a low kinda whine.
I don’t think that either of us (my wife or I) got any sleep at all.
Elsewhere today - Leather egg waxes poetic: A beautiful view of Boston.
