Well, I thought I would do something a little different and give you a slice of life of this writer and poetess. It’s Sunday and my sister and my husband and I decided to go to Yappy Fest. It is a fund raiser for the Arthritis Foundation in a part of Houston called Mid-Town. It's an urban renewal area full of apartment homes and condos for the Lexus driving urbanites, which is just outside the city. I live and work in the suburbs, so I haven’t been down here for quite awhile and I have to say I’m impressed, little shops and restaurants are sprinkled with green areas with fountains and walking paths and benches. We find a place to park and with our dogs in tow we head to The Tasting Room to meet up with a friend of ours. My sister has a rat terrier named Newt and our friend has a hairless Chinese Crested named Princess (very sweet dog) and I have a White Boxer named Joxer.
The Tasting Room is a tastefully decorated wine bar that is playing some decent music, although it is a bit loud. We find some seats and have a few Bellini’s and I am thinking I would be more comfortable in a soul food restaurant with some blues. Or maybe one of those smokehouse BBQ places with cold pitcher of Shiner Bock and a little Rockabilly, you know the places with the large jars of pickled jalapenos. Here they serve water imported from Norway in fancy glass bottles. It just ain’t natural! Let me just say I’m not completely uncouth. I enjoy art and literature and all types of music. Hey, I can tell the difference between a Pollack and a de Koonig. I just can’t stand pretentiousness.
We seem to be the only ones with dogs at the moment and they’re behaving themselves. Slowly more people with their dogs start trickling in. The place is small and I can see Joxer is starting to get into a heightened state of excitement. There are just too many dogs and people in a confined place. We decide to go sit outside and he begins to calm down. When out walks a lady with a little Shih-tzu and in two seconds flat Joxer has jerked himself out of his collar and is bearing down on the poor little dog. My heart has just dropped to my stomach and it takes two of us to pull him off. In the process the lady that organized the event is knocked down. Let me just say very quickly, the little shih-tzu is fine. He was heavily slobbered on, but not injured in any way and the lady that was knocked down is okay and I have to say she was very gracious about the whole incident.
We leave in a hurry and Joxer is strutting all the way back to the car. I can’t help thinking he has Damn It Feels Good To Be a Gangsta running through his head. I’m furious with him and as much as I’d like to pretend it didn’t happen, I realize my husband and I and our punk ass dog are going to need a little training.
This can not happen again, my dog needs the thug knocked out of him.
Maybe it’s time to call The Dog Whisperer…