It’s been snowing. It’s been snowing all day long. It’s been snowing all day long and I have been trapped inside with one crazy puppy we call Lucy, Lulu and often Loco. She is also referred to as Psycho, Whacko, Lucifer and “No, Stop that.” My daughter has heard the word psycho in reference to this puppy so many times that she actually named her stuff dog “Psycho arf-arf” and has started calling people being silly “loco.” Lucy is a natural herder and really needs a job (we will be getting chickens in April) because during the day she periodically bites my ankles and tries to drag me around the room by my pant legs. I don’t know where she thinks I belong, but I often fantasize that she will drag me to bed and perform guard duty while I take a nap. This never happens though (much to my dismay). Most of my pants now have teeth marks and holes in them. I am just grateful that they are on the back of my pant legs so I don’t have to look at them and can pretend they are not there, much like I do with the back of my hair when I only have time to make the front look good.
Lucy and my daughter are as thick as thieves always plotting to perform some unfortunate event that usually involves food (dog or human), water, and anything chewable. I recently found Lucy and my daughter curled up together on the dog bed. My daughter was, of course, chewing on Lucy’s bone and Lucy was eating cheerios right out of a nice clean bowl. Lucy has tried to jump into the bathtub and has, on occasion, walked right into the shower with us. My daughter likes to play weights and measures with the dog water pouring it from one container to the next until the floor is soaked and so is she. Sometimes, my daughter will carry the bowl of dog food around and dole out one piece at a time to the eager Lucy. This is the same food Lucy will refuse when I pour it into a bowl for her. Who knew that an almost 20 month old child could master the concept of supply and demand so quickly?
Lucy is not the only trouble maker living in this house. We also have a horribly vicious cat named Mik-Mok that actually tried to kill me once. I am not being dramatic. That cat has me on some sort of “people I’d like to kill” list. One minute she was sitting on my lap purring and the next minute she was attacking me vampire style. She left two holes in my neck (claws) and bit my chin (teeth). This was during the Obama inauguration. I am not sure why that fact is important except that now I respond to Yo-Yo Ma like a B.F. Skinner research participant. Mik-Mok or “Mickey-Mok” as my daughter calls her now lives in my husband’s shop where we have very supervised visitation. I posted a picture of her at the top of this blog post because I once read that people like pictures of cats. I’m not sure she will increase my blogging popularity, but she might attract some curious bystanders much like a terrible auto accident does. Some things are so scary you just can’t look away. Maybe once they see her they will stay and read my blog.