O, Creaciones del Senõr

June 28, 2010
The story of my mission could be told in short bios of the animals I have met. Cats, dogs, birds, rabbits, mice and rats and guinea pigs, but mostly dogs and cats. And pigeons. And bugs, of course. I have watched a dog chase a mailman across the yard, I was recently clawed by one Naboo, the cat, dive-bombed by pigeons (if I were driving, I would try to run them over!), followed by all the mangy neighborhood dogs, and scared half to death by the oddest things that live in the homes of the people we teach.

On Saturday, "Sra. Sanchez" invited us in and pulled up chairs as her daughter, a new investigator, put her little boy to bed. As we sat down, Sra. Sanchez tried to send the dogs outside, but Daisy decided she didn't want to go.

Daisy. Friendly family dog crossed with a walrus. And she probably weighs 200lbs. I have never seen such a fat boxer before.

Sra. Sanchez got behind the dog and, like a linebacker, she put her shoulder into the dog’s hindquarters, pushing it out the door--- Daisy flopped down on the laminate floor, and slowly slid across the kitchen. Sra. Sanchez pushed, shoved, pulled, and called, and Daisy slid slowly, little doggie nails eeeeeeerrrrrr-ing softly across the floor.

I tried to get up to help, but I was laughing so hard, I could barely speak, "Puedo ayudarle?"

"Oh no no no! I've (Grunt!) almost (Shove!) got it! (HUmmph!) "

Mommy can we get a dog when I get home?