Monday, June 30, 2008

Damn, It Feels Good to be a Gangsta...

Joxer the Boxer and Tank Cat

prompt: It didn't happen




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…

9 comments:

paisley said...

or maybe you should have bought a poodle....

White Rose said...

Oh no, I love my Joxer the Boxer, he is a great dog. We all just need a little training.

A life once lived said...

Yes the dog whisperer...

It all plays back in my head in slow motion... Dog drama, wouldn't that be dogma? LOL!

Everything is OK. Thank goodness.

Jackie said...

It's nice to picture what a writer does for fun - and having a gangsta dog is a great way to start a book :-)

Michelle said...

I REALLY loved reading this! (Sorry! I know the situation must have been traumatic for you!) But - as the owner of two VERY unruly punkass Jack Russell Terriers (wannabe boxers!) I couldn't help but laugh when I read about your gangsta Joxer. (Love the name too by the way!)
We're in line with you to see the Dog Whisperer. I'm only hoping he can do something to help our crazy Lacie who sounds like a high-pitched squeaky toy every time she goes for a walk. You would think we never walk her - but we do, 3 miles per walk, several times a week. But noooooo, she has to act like it's her first day and embarrass us in front of our neighbors who think their German Shepherds do no wrong. They look down their noses at us as we walk by with our jumping jacks... but phooey on them! I'd rather pick up the Tootie rolls my pups put down than the monster poops those fuzzy pumpers do! Haha! I'm so bitter...

Sucharita Sarkar said...

way to go, Joxer! can you whisper to a dog and make him less 'doggy', and more, er, 'civilised'? Doggone it!

White Rose said...

Michelle, you have two jack russells?
One is a handful, I think you deserve a golf clap for being able to handle two of them. They are high energy dogs. Jumping jacks(funny)

one more believer said...

i really had to laugh at yr gansta pooch... i've got a neighbor who breeds those little stinker terriers and they all think their bad thaz for sure... got another neighbor with two more.. and another w/one of the babies from the other neighbor... they really crack me up...well, sorta.. and then thrz my lovely dog... stella the lovely australian shepard... she gets excited just as yr dog... she wants to proof how bad she is all the time.. it has been a long road of loving her to get her to mind.. stubborn... oh she is so stubborn... too bad i am not as successful with my teenage son...

texasblu said...

This made me giggle - reminded me of my twins Sunday in the pew climbing over and under after another child's tupperware filled with cheerioes!!! Think the dog whisperer can do anything for them? RFOL!