I considered myself both too wise and too timid to attempt such an unheard of feat, however, there is plenty in my life that suggests otherwise, plenty that says, yes, yes you are that stupid, yes, you are that brave. So just go for it, man, just do it, take your bad, unruly, 100 pound ball of crazy to a busy pet store on a Saturday.
First we looked at the fish, but the many dogs wandering around were too much of a distraction for her to spend long in this strange, watery world. Can I swim in there? Her gigantic head tilted to the side. How do I drink out of this square water receptical?
Much to my horror, the first dog to greet Nuka was a small Carin terrier. Nuka often thinks that creatures smaller then she is are either toys to be squeaked and shaken or prey, prey that needs to be hunted down and dealt with promptly. It's a good thing for the terrier that she wasn't in motion because the puffy red plaid jacket she was wearing would have made her easy pickings.
But no, not here, here in this enchanted land, the terrier in the red plaid jacket remained a small terrier. A cute, friendly dog, coming to meet my large dog of questionable temperment. I gripped the leash, my hands shook from the force. Somewhere, far, far away I could hear a strange voice, perhaps my own, assuring the very sweet middle aged couple that my huge, beastly animal would not ingest their precious Patty. Because she wouldn't, right? I mean, Nuka is friendly, right? Mostly? RIGHT?
Their noses touched and I held my breath. I watched my dog, easily the most awful pet I have ever had, investigate this strange, small animal, so friendly and innocent with her adorable coat and cute hair cut. I watched Nuka, her hackles ruffled, her body stiff, and her big tail wagged, just a little, but it wagged.
|Nuka with the pink squeak.|