Thursday, January 27
The idol
We walked out (well I strolled, and he, being he, dashed out) of the Gates of the Green Mordor. In that twenty seconds that I had to lock the gate, the rascal made a little detour into the Uptight Neighbors' house, and (!!!) peed on their superbly well tended lawn. Mrs Uptight Neighbor was talking on her cordless phone, and saw the whole frigging incident. I was hoping she would not call the police after that. Dee was convinced that she would though.
Roaming without his harness and leash apparently made him an attractive candidate of an impromptu abduction by the kids in the Park. The girls (and couple of boys) were following him, sneaking up on him, trying to carry him, ride on him, and basically scaring the hell out of him with their loud open discussions of the best tactic to tackle him. I stood a distance away, chuckling at the commotion. Reluctantly as he was, he'd just unconsciously acquired for himself another fan club.
By the time we left the Park, his fans had tattooed his name into their memories, in the same folder as his likes and dislikes, and his ability to catch any ball that bounced and sticks that he deemed good enough for fetch. They also clamored onto avan bike to track down the exact location of the house, and efficiently gotten his schedule of appearances at the Park.
Such was the adoration for being small and black in an estate of yellow labradors and retrievers.
Such was the birth of a reluctant idol.
Minutes before six in the evening. I looked up from the C-pen that Dee was showing me, to the little boy at my feet. He hadn't been out today yet. He looked up at me, and then towards the gate. Oh well why not, I thought. The little bugger was just eager for any chance to be out of the house. The areas around were his territories and I usually would not use the leash on him. Esp. when the Park which he and all the kids and canines of the estate often frequented, was barely two minutes away. Plus he always followed me well enough.
We walked out (well I strolled, and he, being he, dashed out) of the Gates of the Green Mordor. In that twenty seconds that I had to lock the gate, the rascal made a little detour into the Uptight Neighbors' house, and (!!!) peed on their superbly well tended lawn. Mrs Uptight Neighbor was talking on her cordless phone, and saw the whole frigging incident. I was hoping she would not call the police after that. Dee was convinced that she would though.
Roaming without his harness and leash apparently made him an attractive candidate of an impromptu abduction by the kids in the Park. The girls (and couple of boys) were following him, sneaking up on him, trying to carry him, ride on him, and basically scaring the hell out of him with their loud open discussions of the best tactic to tackle him. I stood a distance away, chuckling at the commotion. Reluctantly as he was, he'd just unconsciously acquired for himself another fan club.
By the time we left the Park, his fans had tattooed his name into their memories, in the same folder as his likes and dislikes, and his ability to catch any ball that bounced and sticks that he deemed good enough for fetch. They also clamored onto a
Such was the adoration for being small and black in an estate of yellow labradors and retrievers.
Such was the birth of a reluctant idol.
3 Comments:
I wld love to have that schedule too (^-^)
Just maybe, one fine day, lazy zhen might be motivated to do some sports, and racing with lecter sounds like a gd idea. To be fair, each time he stop to answer nature's call, I'll stop to check myself in my mini mirror.
He'll pee and be gone, before you even open your compact mirror ...
But running (dashing) with him is good. Fast and furious. Only available in short distances. Warm up not included.
The little boy is an idol in his own rights, no need albums and movies. There's a string of merchandise in his name though, as all idols have. Would you like to get a Lecter pencil or mug ? Or maybe a Lecter pillow to hug ? Heh.
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