WHAT'S SO FUNNY
I know it's the Fourth but I'd appreciate it if you could keep the
noise down because we have a puppy.
Previous visitors to this space may recall that our keeshond Sashi
passed away a few months back. When we were up to starting again, we
asked Katie what kind of dog she'd like to meet her at the door. She
did some research and Patti Jo did some footwork and we are now
looking at a small, solemn Welsh springer spaniel.
Booker was eight weeks old when we brought him home from
Riverside, where he had been living with relatives. He was curious
the first day, homesick the second, cautiously optimistic the third
and cheerful the fourth. Katie stayed with him constantly except when
she went to Spanish immersion class in the morning.
Among the things on this earth that are cuter than puppies are
(long pause). So Booker was an instant hit with everyone who saw him
except our other animals.
On first meeting, Booker tried to make friends with our cats
Topaz, Pearl and Ruby, but they rebuffed him. Their view was, Sashi
was OK but you're not Sashi. In addition, there was a hierarchy in
Katie's affection, which Booker's arrival disrupted. Ruby has always
slept in Katie's room. Now Booker was in there, with newspapers. Ruby
was being replaced by someone who didn't even use a litter box.
Since then the cats have thawed slightly. They don't exactly like
him, but even they can see he's cute.
Although a serious type, he likes people and has invented one
game, called "Bite You," which he'll play with anyone. He's got these
little needle-teeth, and visitors holding him laugh and say, "Awww,
We have a little slide outside, and he likes to go down that, we
think. Anyway he climbs back up on it sometimes. We start him in the
middle, not at the top. We're not brutes.
He goes on walks with us, although he can't go very far yet. Loud
noises and big dogs scare him, so when the Akita next door barked at
him the other night he ran for his life, his spaniel ears flying
I wasn't sure I'd take to him, remaining, in my heart, loyal to
Sashi. But Booker, or as I sometimes call him, Boodgie Woodgie
Goodgie Moodgie, is a successor, not a replacement. He's got his own
way of walking, even though he hasn't mastered it. He is his own dog
as well as ours. And he's clearly a Kiraly. He has the Kiraly flinch
-- that sudden twist of the head that says, "What the heck was that?"