Things That Scare My Dog

First off: My dog is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, or even tool in the shed. He is, quite simply, a little thick, even for a dog. Poodles are smart. Border collies are smart. These are dogs that will drive you nuts with their cleverness, like having Mad Man's Pete Campbell as a roommate.

Living with my dog is more like having Jeff Spicoli turn up at your breakfast table.

Dog (aka: Arlo, photo credit: Lizz Sisson) is sweet as a cinnamon bun clutched in Paula Deen's hands. But there's not a lot going on upstairs, yeah?

No surprise when he felt the need to point out (OMG, OMG, OMG, THERE'S SOMETHING THERE!!! OWNER-WHOSE-NAME-I-CAN'T-REMEMBER, THERE'S SOMETHING NEW AND SCARY RIGHT THERE IN THE NEIGHBOUR'S LAAAAAWWWWWN!).

Awful scary thing:

Yes, imagine my pride.

Very next day (I can't make this crap up), VERY NEXT DAY, we end up on a nice long walk to the nearby campus. On said campus is a newish building with a nice sculpture celebrating peace and whatnot. Apparently, peace is a scary concept to a Springer Spaniel. Arlo bravely circled the statue. Then he sniffed it. Brave dog. Then jumped back a foot. Then...he barked at it. Arlo never barks, mind you, one of the very good things about having a Dog of Little Brain.

The object of Arlo's fear, loathing, and perhaps, secret servitude HERE.

Thank god he makes me laugh, otherwise the dog would never see another bowl of kibble.