Augh! This morning’s doggie parade was more crowded than usual. And forgodsake, it’s Tuesday,. Wouldn’tcha think, SOME of these dog-lovers would have to get ready for work?
We leave at 5 a.m., in hopes of missing the worst of the Doggie Jamboree. Didn’t work today: apparently everybody else has the same idea. Often we pass about 10 dogs — each of whom Ruby wishes to despatch to its maker. So I try to get out of the house the minute we roll out of the sack. Didn’t work this morning. We must have had to do avoidance maneuvers around at least 15 pooches…maybe more.
When they say the corgi is in effect a short German shepherd, they’re not kidding. Ruby brooks no shenanigans from other dogs, which if given her choice she would clear from the earth. This was the way the great Anna the GerShep behaved: she wished for nothing more than a dog-free planet.
The human species, however, is a hopelessly stupid animal and is unable to grasp the idea that other people’s dogs don’t necessarily “just wanna playyyy” with their li’l furbaby.
Why, one wonders, would you assume that a human who lives with a given dog doesn’t know how to read her dog’s body language? That she’s never had any other encounter with any other nudnik’s “furbabies”?
After two miles of dodging and wrestling, we arrive back at the Funny Farm. Feed the birds. Toss together a breakfast. Brew the coffee. Dodder out to the side deck and lay out breakfast. But before the human can sit down, it’s
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WTF is going on now? Sounds like every fire engine, fire truck, fire chief’s car, ambulance, and cop car is converging on us. And it goes on and on and ON! The dispatcher’s website shows SIXTEEN units dispatched, another on the way, and a commander at the scene. And now we have a Play-Nooz helicopter hovering over the house. Goodie.
Apparently it’s a “car yard” fire — which would be another way of saying “junkyard fire.” The area north of Gangbanger’s Way is chuckablock full of junk yards and cemeteries for defunct vehicles, refrigerators, stoves, freezers, washers, dryers, toilets, damaged construction material, busted cabinetry, kaput drywall, and whatnot. Hmmm…here we are: Doesn’t this look like a fun way to start your day!
Eleventh Avenue is four blocks east and ten blocks west of the two major thoroughfares that carry commuter traffic from north Phoenix, Sunnyslop, and North Central into downtown Phoenix from the east and west and that intersect with two freeways bearing traffic into town from the northerly whitey suburbs. It’s 7:20 in the morning…
Heh. You don’t even want to know what a mess the traffic must be out there.
Thank the Gods for not having to commute anymore.
Pool Dude lives in Sunnyslop. This would be about the time he leaves for his first job of the day. Dollars to donuts he’s dead trapped in unmoveable traffic, as we scribble. Lucky him!
As always, thanks for the laughs!
mwa ha ha!