Black Beauty’s head smells like bacon. When she sits in a little ball on your lap, she makes little sounds that sound like a sea monkey might. Sort of snorffly little breaths. A little wheezy maybe. You put your head down to the bacon smell, and she tilts her head back just so, and one little bug eye kind of rolls back to get a good look at you. Like a giant squid would. Except it’s this tiny little dog with feet the size of dimes, rolled into a ball.
She was the first one to see the kitty when were were walking to the beach in the dark. No bright flood lights on our coast. We just walk there at night to be near the water for a time. Scary in the dark down on the beach, with waves and drug dealers and hobos and hippies and all, down there in the dark. We don’t go an touch the water in the dark. We just stay near and look at it and listen to it. All of us, 4 dogs on leashes, marching in the cold and the dark just to see the water, then marching back home. Saw one of those kitties that is a skunk but it’s just easier to classify as kitty to dogs. We just crossed the street. Sorry. This is a non dramatic tale. No one gets it, it just skitters back to someone’s trash cans. She just pulls hard on her tiny leash, trying to get that long, fluffy kitty. We just keep marching along.
My friend the dog behaviorist said train her. People like you with groups of dogs, always weirdo dog dynamics happening. Long group down stays always a nice thing to do for team camaraderie. She doesn’t down yet. Sit stays a short while, waiting for her turn to eat or go in or out usually. Waits for it to be her turn, here her name and an OK. She doesn’t really know. She’s not a trained dog. On our long cold marches in the dark, Otterpop is always paranoid. Looking behind her, around to the side, who is out there that’s gonna get her? My friend says Otterpop is just stressed out in general. So many things make her nervous and fretty and it can take days, a week for those stress hormones to get out of her twitchy little system. Has she ever been not stressed out? Make her life less stressful. Train on her some more. Chihuahua might have thrown a monkey wrench into her works but her works weren’t exactly sparkling and clean, know what I mean? Otterpop’s works pretty easy to cloggify, scrunge up, muckety muck muck.
No one else cares about the dark. Gustavo scared of the inflatable pool dinosaur we walked by in the street, laying there deflated and green and nearly life sized. Like he freaks out every Wednesday night, garbage night and giant trash cans appear in the gutter, outside his front fence. Meltdown. Ruby doesn’t care about any of that. She just marches where I tell her to march, dark out, kitties out, inflatosaurs, none of it matters. She’s a worker. Doesn’t make errors. Just marches where we need to march and keeps her nose out of trouble and only in her own business. Otterpop, Gustavo and Beauty, they take up the lead, all three of them neck and neck, in the marching race to and from the water. Ruby, just behind them, stays even with my ankle, all of us trotting all the way home.