Human Behavior
October 19th, 2006
The DHL man is afraid of our dog. He took one look at her and ran screaming back out of the entryway and actually left the front gate. He quivered behind the fence and refused to bring in the package until A. put the dog out of his sight. I’d like to remind everyone that this is the dog in question:
Run! Save yourselves! FLEE!
Secondly, I’d like to thank everyone who wrote comments, sent e-mails or said anything to me directly about yesterday’s post. I’ve tried to think of an appropriate thing to say that would properly articulate how really and honestly lovely it was to hear from all of you, and get a glimpse into some of your own experiences, but I can’t, because I am a dullard. But really, thank you. The best part about writing here is hearing other people’s take on their own experiences, either independently offered, or in response to something that one of us has written. And between that experience and the extraordinarily civilized reaction to Linda’s post yesterday (which a whole other group e-mailed me about, and thank you for that, too), I have an entirely new outlook on the decency of humanity, and if that doesn’t put a spring in your step, I don’t know what does. I forget sometimes, especially given the madness that goes on almost every day in the world we live in, that for the most part, people are pretty decent. So thank you again.
And mostly, that’s all I wanted to say. I also didn’t want to leave up yesterday’s post too long, as I had visions of concerned e-mails that I’d thrown myself out the window into a pile of alligators in despair.
We plan to get out of the house this weekend. I will not deny that part of what’s contributed to the funk is that nearly every weekend we’ve been house-bound, mostly because one of us (and uh, it’s not me) has been working a lot. And while I love hanging out with the dog and catching reruns of Dinner & a Movie on TBS, it is possible to exceed tolerance limits on movies that feature Goldie Hawn, especially when accompanied by witty banter and complicated recipes that almost always employ the use of a blender. And frankly, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of seeing the inside of a Target. And there is something to be said for getting out there and breathing in air that hasn’t been filtered through an HVAC system, even if it is the humidified equivalent of hot Jello pudding.
However, the two options for Saturday’s activities were met with nothing but silence and maybe a few blank stares, so what exactly we’ll be doing remains to be seen. In an effort to out-tourist ourselves while we’re here, I suggested a visit to Jungle Ted’s alligator farm-slash-wildlife preserve, or perhaps a trip to a museum-slash-botanical gardens, and neither was met with much enthusiasm. But there will be something, and it will be cheesy, and it won’t be Sears, and that’s a good thing.
Have a great weekend.
*The Decemberists covering Bjork. I really, really can’t stand Bjork, so let’s go with the Decemberists, who covered it just fine.
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16 Comments Add your own
1. Orange Peacock | October 19th, 2006 at 9:15 pm
Oh thank God someone else who doesn’t like Bjork.
(I’d have more to say if I hadn’t taken Lunesta an hour agozzzzzz…)
2. Gentry | October 20th, 2006 at 1:09 am
People are afraid of Napoléon too! He is the size of a fat cat and has the general allure of a baked ham. I do not see what’s so terrifying about a small dog with a cinnibon tail that doesn’t even have a muzzle with which to bite you.
Although, he does looke like a baby monster. A baby sausage monster.
I chalk it up to the fact that pugs currently out of fashion and are rare in France.
3. aly | October 20th, 2006 at 5:36 am
hi! i didn’t get a chance to comment yesterday, but keep reminding yourself that all this too shall pass. honestly, it’ll get better– even if it means you have to learn to like that awful pink and green clothing.
(wow, that’s just not helpful, was it?)
anyway, i’m pulling for you for whatever that is worth. i belive in you!
ps. my vote is for jungle ted’s alligator farm-slash-wildlife perserve b/c seriously? jungle ted AND alligators?! decision made, my friend!
4. aly | October 20th, 2006 at 5:37 am
and apparently i can’t spell. i do know “belive” is spelled with “believe” and there were other grammatical errors in there, but i havent had coffee yet?
5. Jenny | October 20th, 2006 at 5:41 am
I want your dog.
6. TwoBusy | October 20th, 2006 at 6:16 am
Does Jungle Ted’s have a food court featuring gator-based items? It’s like visiting the aquarium, and then going to their cafe afterwards and eating a fried fish sandwich. You see the animals, and then eat them. It’s a really fulfilling experience.
Gator parmesan, anyone?
7. Yez | October 20th, 2006 at 6:33 am
DHL guy must be a candy-ass. Why else would he be terrorized by a pup whose only defense is lickiness?
8. Claire | October 20th, 2006 at 6:35 am
oh, who could be afraid of that face?? you just want to pinch her little doggy cheeks, dontcha.
I think my weekend will be spent in front of the tv, too. I suck.
9. Lawyerish | October 20th, 2006 at 7:04 am
Afraid of a pug? REALLY? That is B-zarre. Although people get afraid of my little baby deer-like dog, so I guess there are just a lot of people with problems out there.
The botanical garden sounds very nice, although, I mean, anything called Jungle Ted’s has to be entertaining.
10. jonniker | October 20th, 2006 at 7:12 am
OP: Lunesta? Oh good lord.
Gentry: A BAKED HAM. That just about killed me.
Aly: You are very right of course. But no way to the pink and green clothing.
Jenny: She is completely enviable.
TB: Um, my God, you have no idea how right you are. So yes, they do – they serve fried gator nuggets, gator appetizers and all KINDS of gator delicacies, along with frog legs taken from their preserve.
Yez: I KNOW. She doesn’t know how to bite flesh, honestly. If her little teeth accidentally scrape one of our hands, she has to go back immediately and lick it. IMMEDIATELY, by way of apology.
Claire: I’d pinch them if she had any cheeks to speak of. Her head is so damn tiny that there’s really nothing to grab onto. (She’s small for a pug, and though she is full-grown, doesn’t even meet the weight requirement for the breed standard. She’s TINY.)
Ish: I KNOW. That’s what I said. I thought he was kidding, but apparently not. Maybe in the land of package delivery he’s encountered some really awful dogs, and is mistrusting all around?
11. guinness girl | October 20th, 2006 at 8:10 am
This gives me yet another reason to hate DHL. Those people are assholes (long story). If you can’t come up with something to do this weekend, could you instead use that energy to come up with something fun for me and Wilman to do? We’re stumped as well.
12. Heather B. | October 20th, 2006 at 10:39 am
You got awesome comments and emails because you my dear, are awesome. The end.
13. hollywoodgirl | October 20th, 2006 at 2:07 pm
…”screaming back out of the entryway”…”quivered behind the fence”… I imagine the worst your pup could do would be to lick him to death.
Enjoy the alligators.
14. Marmite Breath | October 20th, 2006 at 7:52 pm
I must tell you, you almost lost my admiration when you said you did not like Bjork. I had to seriously consider whether I wanted to admire the sort of person who does not like Bjork.
But you’re so cool that I can’t help myself!
And your dog looks like terrifying. I just wet my pants just looking at the picture. Save me!
15. Y | October 22nd, 2006 at 10:56 am
He actually ran away screaming? Good lord, I would have loved to see that!
16. Suebob | October 23rd, 2006 at 10:52 am
That is one terrifying pooch
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