Uh Hello Dolly?
Yea well, shortly after I wrote my last post Mom and I looked outside and it was bright and sunny again so we went shopping. We went to a few stores and I got a hot military jacket on sale. Then we went to Target and bought some more stuff (hardly hurricane-related) and got dinner and came home and it's still quite nice outside albeit a bit windier than usual.
Later while we were eating dinner I decided to give April a bit of my pizza crust. So I had the bit of crust in my hand and I bent down to look for her under the table. Beethoven, for those who don't remember, is our 16yo Lhasa Apso who is completely senile, totally blind, probably mostly deaf and has pretty severe cognitive dysfunction (like doggie Alzheimer's). As I'm looking for April, Beethoven must have smelled the pizza crust in my hand (did I mention he's like totally in LOVE with me and doesn't stray more than a few yards away from me at all times?)
As I'm calling April over, suddenly Beethoven latches onto my pinkie finger and will NOT LET GO. He's biting down really hard and trying to eat my fucking pinkie! Meanwhile I didn't even know what to say or do so I'm just staring at my Mom across the table with this panicked look on my face so finally I start yelling "HELP ME HELP ME HELPME!!" and nobody knows what's going on because I can't say anything. I was just so completely panicked and didn't know what to say or do.
Eventually Dad sees what I'm yelling about so he grabs Beto by the collar/scruff and tells him to let go, and thank God he finally does. I'm fine. My pinkie just barely has a bruise on it, since thankfully Beethoven doesn't really have that many teeth left. But it's quite an odd feeling knowing that your dog is trying to eat your pinkie. April, meanwhile was pouting off in a corner because she really wanted her damn pizza crust.
Later while we were eating dinner I decided to give April a bit of my pizza crust. So I had the bit of crust in my hand and I bent down to look for her under the table. Beethoven, for those who don't remember, is our 16yo Lhasa Apso who is completely senile, totally blind, probably mostly deaf and has pretty severe cognitive dysfunction (like doggie Alzheimer's). As I'm looking for April, Beethoven must have smelled the pizza crust in my hand (did I mention he's like totally in LOVE with me and doesn't stray more than a few yards away from me at all times?)
As I'm calling April over, suddenly Beethoven latches onto my pinkie finger and will NOT LET GO. He's biting down really hard and trying to eat my fucking pinkie! Meanwhile I didn't even know what to say or do so I'm just staring at my Mom across the table with this panicked look on my face so finally I start yelling "HELP ME HELP ME HELPME!!" and nobody knows what's going on because I can't say anything. I was just so completely panicked and didn't know what to say or do.
Eventually Dad sees what I'm yelling about so he grabs Beto by the collar/scruff and tells him to let go, and thank God he finally does. I'm fine. My pinkie just barely has a bruise on it, since thankfully Beethoven doesn't really have that many teeth left. But it's quite an odd feeling knowing that your dog is trying to eat your pinkie. April, meanwhile was pouting off in a corner because she really wanted her damn pizza crust.