well, i did it. i officially crossed the line from being cute and my usual KING sized self, and became the dog under the bed. and i know exactly how it happened. it was not a good day for me as brunello.
now, my person normally is bourne-stealth in watching out for other dogs, and ensuring that i dont go near them, and she may even have a faint smile on her face that tells me the barking and growling and jumping on my hind-legs with my tongue hanging out is kinda adorable. and yes i work that.
but this lovely morning, she was distracted by the phone or something, and we were close to home, and she didn't see the brownstone door open and her dog sense was a little off, so she didn't sixth-sense that there was a shaggy tail coming out of that door. i did. and as usual, first i see tail, then i see red. my brain grows with the rest of my body and suddenly i AM the creator, i AM the 150 pound German Shepard- Rottweiler and yes, i stood up and ATTACKED. luckily for me, there was something in the way that prevented me from going after that large dog who would have probably eaten me up in one bite. unluckily for me, the thing that was in the way? that little thing that blocked my possible death? yes, my person's calf. yeah, her lower calf? and see, i was seeing red so it didn't register when i bit down on it? ok, let me explain, i was going after the dog, and i was in another dimension, and wasn't thinking rationally and i bit my person, but only a little. it does not sound good even now. and it wasn't.
now, i have never seen my person get angry at me, but this time she gave me a look. and i knew my free life was about to change. 'no'. she said. 'sit' i sat. 'stay' i couldn't move even if i wanted to. i stayed for a lifetime. then she said 'go to the room'. and i ran right under the bed.
the day passed, and there was no, 'come here bru', no 'bru, bru, bru, bru, bru'. silence. oh, once in a while i'd hear a 'jazzie giiiirrlll', but that was it.
finally, it was time for the night-time stroll, and i felt like she had kinda forgiven me. i belly-crawled out from under the bed, slow walked up to her, and i gave her my best disney look. she finally smiled.
we walked to the store, and i didnt bark at the pouf poodle, didn't even pull on my leash. she looked down and said 'good bru!'. i was IN! then we opened the door to the store, and there was the cat. staring at me. and yes, i started shaking again and entered the crazy red zone, and i lunged at that cat, and there was something in front of me? and i looked up, and my person was looking at jazmine's leg. and yes, i had bitten her. slightly. a tiny scratch. i couldn't believe it. not again. i side-glanced up again, disney eye is full widened stare, but nope, it was not going to work this time. stiff walk home. no give on the leash. no sit, no stay, no treat (i can dream), and time alone under the bed.
i do have some brains though, i stayed there all nite. at least until she fell asleep.
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