Blug Past?
What are these things called? Oh right: blog post. Huh.
In an effort to avoid having to write anything poignant, let me share a short story about my dog.Of course.Kima and I were just finishing up our walk yesterday morning. It was about 6:30 in the a.m. and while most of the people I pass at that time are carrying briefcases and walking delicately in smart pumps, I'm wearing pajama pants tucked into rainboots, a puffy coat that comes down to my ankles, and a knit hat I got from the Old Navy kids' section. It's the only one that fits my head. We were heading up the stairs and Kima had been pretty good for the duration of Operation Do Your Dog Doo, save for the constant sniffing. I don't know what was going on but she was sniff-sniff-sniffing the entire time! I simultaneously entertained myself and corrected her with quips like "Let's go Sniffy McGee" and "More pee pee, less sniff-ee." I'm so clever. And easily amused. Anyway! To properly appreciate you have to envision our apartment complex. The external walkways are relatively narrow and every 20 or so feet is someone's front door. Kima was about one step in front of me. Did you see the movie Signs? It was kind of like that. Without the aliens. I mean, it could only have happened at that precise moment with the perfect alignment of circumstances: Kima on our neighbor's welcome mat, him opening his door. When that happened she, naturally, turned her head as if he was welcoming her inside. So at 6:30 in the morning as our stout, friendly neighbor was leaving for work he opened the door and was greeted with a bear poking her nose into his apartment. Or that's what it probably looked like.I can't explain to you the way his scream sounded. It was pure, uncensored terror. He even threw his hands up in the air, I swear to God. It only took a second for him to realize what was going on, with me apologizing profusely and ushering her ahead while she wiggled her nub. As I turned toward our door I heard him mocking himself and laughing. Thankfully. That is too much excitement that early in the morning. I can't wait to live in a house.