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| Scooby's Doings |  |
If you share your living quarters with both a dog and a cat you know that from a dog’s perspective, the yummiest thing in the whole wide world is cat food stolen from the cat’s dish. This treat had always had Scully’s “dibs” because her nine years of blindness gave her a superior nose for rooting out treats and because Scully didn’t take any crap from anyone or anything. If she wanted something, it belonged to her. Now that she is gone, Scooby has discovered this delicacy. I was here in the office the other day and I could tell by the click, click, click noises that Scooby was leaving his approved space and was searching for the cat food. However, the laundry room door was closed so I knew he couldn’t get to it and I continued with my work expecting the click, click, clicks to stop and return to his spot. They did not. They kept clicking and then they stopped. Uh oh. I got up and began searching high and low for my little dog. I should have just searched high because the ornery critter had somehow leapt atop the dining room table, a high table that stands 36 inches off the ground, and had all four feet planted amidst the decorated Christmas cookies and was licking every part of his face to see if he had missed a crumb. Needless to say, both the cookies and the dogs went out without ceremony. Later I had some errands to run and, as usual, Scooby was riding shotgun. We pulled into a parking space next to one of those big rigs, don’t ask me what kind, it’s just big and has wheels taller than my kitchen table. Naturally, the dog inside was also oversized and it was not overstating it to say the dog’s head was larger than Scooby’s entire body from stem to stern. Of course, Scooby took great offense at this…dog… daring to be so close to his presence and launched a verbal assault. The other dog retaliated. It was so big the barks came out like those very low bass notes that make your fillings buzz. He made his automobile rock back and forth with each WOOOF, WOOOF, WOOOF. Scooby manned up as best he could and responded with his most macho yip, yip, yip and ripped them off with such gusto, my little hybrid gently bounced up and down. WOOOF, WOOOF, WOOOF, yip, yip, yip alternated with the squeaks from the shock absorbers. It was quite the concert. As entertaining as this was, I had business to attend to so I opened my door to get out of the car. As the cold air whooshed in, Scooby whipped his head around and stared at the open space. He looked back at the dog next door noticing his size. He looked back at the door resting ajar. And in an effort to become as silent as possible as quickly as possible, swallowed his own lips. I will be the first to admit that I was a total and complete a-hole about the whole thing but I have been starved for amusement. I cracked open the door a little more, got out, stretched, zipped up my jacket, straightened out my pants, checked my boots, found my list, read it through a couple of times all while the door remained open. My lipless Scooby had puffed cheeks and alarmed eyes that were beginning to bulge to dangerous levels because in trying to be even quieter, he was holding his breath. Turns out I do have some pity in my heart and I did have my business to do, so finally I did close the door which was the referee’s whistle to restart the contest. I walked away, shaking my head and laughing a little to myself as I watched the vehicles reverberate and a thought came to me. Maybe Scooby’s brain isn’t so little after all.
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