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5 Life Lessons I Learned From a Chihuahua After Dark
Be like the dog and tell something true
I was the one who startled him.
I moved too fast to scratch my head because I wore the itchy cap. There is never anybody with a box of light and fast hands at this park bench when the food guy takes him for a walk.
That was why he was comin’ in hot like the Chihuahua Special Forces to protect his human from me.
His bark business was the best conversation I’d had all day.
I loved it, but I could see I had to make sure his human was happy.
Sometimes The Dog Knows the Score
I opened with, “He is doing such an excellent job with me. This good boy has your back. He’s right, you know, I moved too suddenly — I blame my cap. It is warm, but it is scratchy too.” His human stood there, silent.
On the East Coast, say, in certain parts of Manhattan, or DUMBO, or near the summer I house sat which had keys to Gramercy Park, his silence and discomfited smiles might be a class thing — with which I can play along.
At this time of night, with the dog so loud and bright at me — he could also be anxious.
