Wednesday, August 11, 2010

dogs will be dogs

Oh man. Dogs! Amiright, people? I'm pretty sure my dog, Kiki, has no idea what I'm talking about. And actually, I'd be pretty impressed if she was on the Internet reading this post about her. Damn impressed. Especially considering her surprising lack of general common sense. I've lost track of all the times she's practically jumped out of her skin from various irrational fears, which include, but are not limited to: baths (even in the summer, Kiki? You cray-see!), the vacuum cleaner (I know, what animal isn't scared of this noisy suck-beast?), the electronic cords from our entertainment systems, rotating ceiling fans, absolutely stationary ceiling fans that have not been turned on for months, and sometimes hats. That's all I can think of now, but don't let the small list fool you — even the most inert and non-threatening objects can give her a fright. Still, dogs have this uncanny ability to pick up on all sorts of things outside the human range of senses, right? So maybe... just maybe... I should look into this whole fan thing. What if she's right to be afraid? Why are there so many fans installed in our house?!