Every morning when I take my 10-pound chihuahua pug out to go for a walk the 75- and 100-pound dogs up the hill come outside to bark
and threaten
and square their broad chests
and level their muscular shoulders
and all the short, stiff black, tan, grey and white hair on my little dog’s neck
stand straight up
and she squeals in alarm
and it doesn’t matter that the 100-pound dog is 100 years old and can barely see
and the 75-pound dog has the frightening name of “Wiggles”
(because she wiggles her short curly tail when she is happy which is often)
or that they are our neighbors’ dogs and she sees them
every
single
day.
Every single day
Every
Single
Day
My dog worries about those doggies up the hill because she is a worrier and because even though we have introduced her to them numerous times and they are friendly she
DOES — NOT — TRUST — THEM — ONE – BIT – AND – NEVER — WILL!
