I'm not scared of dogs. I just haven't spent enough time around them to feel comfortable with their movements and mannerisms. When a dog is just trying to be friendly and jumps up on me, my reaction is to turn away and shield myself. I've been feeling kind of guilty about inflicting this mild form of rejection on innocent and loving animals. Anona, being the kind and nurturing woman that she is, invited me over for dinner and a play date with her dogs. We've had this plan for a few weeks now and as the day has been drawing closer, my nervousness has been mounting. Today at work, while I was telling Frances how nervous I was, Anona was telling Terry that she hoped the dogs wouldn't embarrass her.
We arrived at Anona's house and she warned me that the dogs would be excited to see me and would jump up on me. She was right. They did. Anona went into the kitchen to let the dogs outside to burn off some energy when she discovered this:
A half empty bag of dog treats...
Yes, that is what you think it is.
Upon further inspection, I also saw this:
Feeling bad for whomever has the upset tummy.
Anona was incredibly embarrassed while I thought that the whole thing was hilarity! I'd like to believe that Seeky the Labradoodle and his Chihuahua pals Homer and Gaston gorged themselves on dog treats all day and then got sick all over the kitchen as a way to break the ice!
Seeky looks so guilty in the back of his crate.
I quickly let go of whatever reservations I had while photographing Anona having to clean up the ice breaker of a mess.
While Anona got her mop on, I tried to lend a hand by gathering some intel from Bob Marley the canary. We know he witnessed the massacre of gourmet doggy treats from his perch. Bob Marley remained loyal under fire. I got nothing out of him.
A prosecutor's worst nightmare.
Then came the time for the play portion of this date! I watched Gaston and Homer battle on the kitchen floor.
Gaston and Homer duke it out.
When they play fight like this, their yapping comes out as what I can only describe as a Donald Duck accent.
As Anona bathed in cuddles whenever she could from her harem of dogs, I began to feel really comfortable.
A joyful Anona hugs Gaston as the loyal Bob Marley looks on thankful that the evening's earlier drama is long forgotten.
I watched to see how Anona picked the dogs up and decided to try it out for myself.
Success! Gaston and I snuggle as he flirts with the camera.
Thankful tonight for the dog hairs stuck to my chocolate brown cords. Footprints from my new canine friends!