Delivering Pizza

As we were packing up to leave my parents house on New Year’s day, I got a phone call from my dear friend Timberly and she asked if we might be willing to do them a favor. Turns out she wanted us to pick up a puppy named “Pizza” from her parents house (in the area) and bring it back home with us where she would come to retreive it.

“How big is the puppy?” I asked cautiously, as we were already very cramped on space.
“Little”, she assured me, “…way smaller than Scarlett.”

So we agreed to take on another 4 legged passenger and headed over to pick it up. Well, I soon made the realization that no one really remembers how small Scarlett is. The pup was adorable, of course, but rivaled my mini doxie in weight and length. This was going to be interesting.

So I wrapped the pup in a towel and off we went. Not 3 minutes down the road, the cute little fur ball was whining, wimpering, and pawing at the window; all of which made Scarlett feel sympathetic and want to join in. My phone kept ringing and the dog would not be quiet or hold still, so we pulled over to regroup.

Merc said, “Let’s just put the 2 dogs together in the back seat and see if them get along.” I was definately worried about this, because my dog is a people person, she doesn’t much care for other 4-legged critters. So I warily agreed to try.

I put the pup in the back seat and the ritual of sniffing and inspecting began. We had to instruct Scarlett to be nice a few times, but she seemed to be okay. So we decided to leave them to it and travel on. After a few minutes the pup had muscled Scarlett out of her bed and was sound asleep. Scarlett kept poking a her, like “What’s with the new kid? That’s my bed!” Finally they both drifted off to sleep.

It was smooth sailing until the pup woke up and decided it wanted to play, so for about 20 minutes I was turned around between the seats making sure they didn’t “misunderstand” each other. Scarlett seemed a bit miffed by the playing. Then the puppy tried to lick her and she pulled away in disgust…wonder where she learned that.

The next 20 minutes was a fight to keep the puppy in the back seat. She climbed up on a tv that was behind my seat and kept sticking her head over, under, between our arms and trying to push through. Finally, she got bored and fell asleep…and I do mean fell. She was face down in a paper bag and her butt stuck up in the air still on top of the tv. She slept like this for hours. It didn’t look comfortable, but hey, I wasn’t going to wake a sleeping puppy.

She gradually climbed back up onto the seat and eventually laid across Scarlett’s back for the last leg of the trip. We pulled into Kyle’s parents’ driveway and I got out, opened the back door and picked up the pup…and before I even closed the car door Scarlett had started whining. My dog is crazy! She couldn’t stand the puppy 2 hours ago and now she was whining! And she whined the whole way home.

From CA to OR to MA and back again…

We went on a little trek a few weeks ago that landed us in 4 different states in less than a week. Interesting to say the least. I like traveling, but I do yearn for my own bed about 3 days out. Oh well.

Oregon had beautiful scenery, including the Spruce Goose! In the middle of nowhere, I might add.

In the North East, where we expected much cooler temps, they were having a heat wave. It was actually cooler in California. New Hampshire had a certain quaint appeal, and Boston was just about as I had expected. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

While in Boston, we took a walk to the North End, looking for dinner in the Italian part of town…MY PEOPLE! It was amazing how intense the culture bled into the streets of this community. It was straight out of a movie: three generations of women gossiping and laughing in front of the laundromat; a short, grey-haired angry little man in an apron yelling at one of his restaurant’s vendors right at the front door; a slick-haired, open-collared, pinky-ringed tough guy chatting on his cell-phone cryptically about “the thing” that went down and how that meant Johnny wasn’t gonna get out for 5 to 8. When we finally did find food, it was amazing and the cannoli were good too (but not as good as my family’s).