Jackson received the dvd, "Underdog" for Easter and has been watching it regularly since. Now he is convinced that our little black furball is really a super hero in disguise.
The other week he dressed him up in his Spiderman pj's and hung a towel off his back as his cape. Every day he sits and wonders when "Funderdog" will take flight to go rescue someone in trouble.
The neighbours somehow see a different dog.
There are some people in our neighbourhood who are fine seeing Guillermo running along side of us, or even when he cuts loose from the back yard. (We have some holes where the fence and the ground don't meet and Guillermo has not only found them, but has dug out some extra space to make the escape a little more comfortable.)
However, most neighbours are terrified by our ferrocious, man-eating, 10 lbs of black fluff walking around. When I am out chasing him down, coaxing him to come home for a treat the neighbours give me dirty looks.
Most complain, "Why don't you keep your dog on a leash?" (To which I think in my head, "Because I really enjoy hopping out of the shower and running down the road in my bathrobe and slippers to find our dog before he licks you to death.")
The other day one neighbour tried to get her other neighbour to gang up on me by telling him just how "terrifying" it is to have this "scary" dog running around. And this is not the first time he's been out.
Occassionly, I try to walk Guillermo to satisfy his desire to explore. But it isn't always easy with a double stroller and a four year old riding a tricycle beside you--especially when your cooped up pouch is so eagar to meet people and explore new sounds and smells.
I was walking back from school one morning and crossed at the lights with a family of a certain culture behind me. They refused to walk up on the sidewalk with us. At first I thought it was because we were taking up too much room--a double stroller, tricycle and a frisky dog do take up space. However, this mother with her four children decided it was better to stand in the middle of the intersection with on coming traffic than try to squeeze up on the curb with us. (For the record, I did move over to make some room.)
We crossed the street when the light changed and this lady kept a good 10 feet behind us. And once on the other side, they moved quickly to the other sidewalk, even though it was farther north than where their house was.
It finally dawned on me!
They were terrified of my toy dog!
Come on, people! Get over it. It's not an over sized rat carrying horrible diseases. (And he was even on a tight leash!)
I am kind of wondering if it's a religious or cultural thing? Like how the Hindus believe cows are sacred . . . maybe these people believe dogs to be of the devil? I don't know.
It's funny how one person can see a Super Hero and another can see some Horrible Monster.
2 comments:
That picture is so cute and you have the weirdest neighbors I've ever heard of!
Well I think he looks great in his spidey jammies!!!!
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