Sunday, November 9, 2008
fish tales and how i came to admit commiting light treason
I took Nea for a late post-election stroll down to the waterfront on Tuesday night. feeling unusually generous, I let her walk off leash down the length of the pier while I admired the statue of liberty in my rush of new-found patriotism. then I looked up to see my dog rolling in a dead fish carcass. to say the dog rolled in the fish is not really accurate. this was more of a choreographed endeavor; in which she flipped backwards onto to the fish, shimmied around on it in a frenzied trance, and then repeated the cycle several times before I could stop her.
To say your dog rolling in dead fish is a buzz kill is an understatement. Fortunately Nea responds to the command "I'm not f@#*ing around here!" and we marched home straight to the bath. Friends, (and please know this is hard for me to say)...I used Doctor Bronner's on my dog. Despite the fact that we make and tout a fantastic dog soap. Guilty as charged, I use the Doctor every day. On my hair. For my delicate laundry. In my insecticidal spray. In my pancake batter.
I came out from the bathroom when it was over and done with to find Eric puzzling over a fish tale neatly deposited by the door.