I Don’t like Spiders or Snake – Sinatra’s New Game
Some of you might remember that song from the 70’s. Obviously, my Husky – Sinatra, has never heard it. My darling boy has come up with a new trick to play with me in the bathroom – it’s called “Spit da Spider”.
Because I can not have the bathroom door closed when I’m in there, in case Sinatra or one of the other White Curly-tail Gang wants to come visit, the door remains open whether I’m showering or. . .attending to, er uh, other business.
Last night was the first time Sinatra decided to play his new game with me. I was “reading” in the bathroom when Sinatra came running in, his fuzzy tail dancing happily over his back. I put down my magazine and reached out to pet him as he sat down just out of my reach. In the next moment, he parted his cute little black puppy lips and spit something that resembled a raisin at my feet.
“What do you have now?” I asked him as I reached down to examine it. Suddenly the raisin grew legs – eight of them to be exact – and started staggering around in circles, apparently trying to get the dog drool out of it’s eyes.
I recoiled and screamed as Sinatra pounced and “Woo-Wooed!” What fun!
Before the stunned spider reached my bare toe, Sinatra had scarfed him up and went prancing off to show his new treasure to his fur-brothers, Sebastian and Levi.
By the time I caught up to him a few minutes later, the spider was gone and Sinatra was laying bored on the floor. “Where is it, you crazy dog?!”, I demanded. He just glanced up at me and then looked at Sebastian and Levi, as if to say, “She’s really lost it this time, boys.”
I quickly forgot about his game until this morning as I was stepping out of the shower. Not having my glasses on, all I could make out was a blurry black & white dog slipping deviously around the bathroom door. No sooner had I placed my bare foot on the rug then Sinatra gleefully spit another spider at me!
Shrieking, I jumped back into the shower, almost breaking my neck in the process as the stunned & slimed spider tried it’s best to get out of the shag carpeting before the love-struck Husky smooched him again.
Too Late. Once again, Sinatra “Woo-Wooed” and then sucked him up by his leg like a strand of spaghetti and carried him off to his secret spider treasure chest. By the time I dried off, put my glasses on and went to see what he was up to, Sinatra was out in the backyard and the spider was nowhere to be found.
I don’t like this game. I don’t like it at All!
Leslie (Knock it off, Sinatra!) & Sinatra (Hey, mom? What’s this behind your ear? “Woo-WOOOO!”)
