About seven years ago the Colombiana was looking through Ocala4Sale.com.
She CLAIMS she was looking for a place that sells hair products. But something else on the main page caught her eye.
A puppy.
Not a Doberman puppy. [gasp!]
A Shih Tzu.
And yes, he was adorable.
Now I still had my best buddy in the world, Donner the Doberman with me back then. He was the only dog I wanted in my life.
To be totally transparent, most of the time he was the only MAMMAL I wanted in my life. (Contrary to my gregarious extrovert persona you witness publicly, I’m quite the reclusive introvert.)
Anyhoo… somehow, someway, the lovely “morena” Colombiana talked me into stopping by to look at the puppy “just for fun.”
I have no idea why I ever agreed to such a thing. She probably bribed me with Tang, the drink the astronauts took to the moon. (Few will get that. No matter. It amused ME and that’s all that’s important.)
Guys… listen…
When your significant other asks you to go look at a puppy with them… for the love of all things good and holy, man… say NO!
Cuz you gotta be one cold, calloused and crusty hombre if you can walk outta there without a puppy in your arms once your wife has fallen in love with that infernal “piss on everything in sight” little ball of fur.
Yet that’s EXACTLY what your pertinacious protagonist of this humble homily did.
And the Colombiana was damn near in tears.
The conversation in the car on the way back home went something like this:
Her: “Bee bee bobbee boobee bee.”
(That’s what it sounds like to me when she sticks out her lower lip and pouts. I never hear the actual words… just the pouting. And the emotions. Hell, I FEEL her emotions.)
Me: “I already have one dog and he’s a handful. I don’t want another.”
Her: “No es justo para Donner. El necesita un hermanito.”
That means… it’s not fair for Donner. He needs a little brother.
(How about from now on I just type what she said in English. Although what REALLY happened is BOTH sides of the conversation were in Spanish. I just don’t feel like being both a writer and a translator today.)
Me: “Donner is perfectly fine. When he’s by himself in the house he just sleeps.”
Her: “But Donner is getting old. Don’t you want him to pass his legacy on to someone?”
Me: “What? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
Her: “Donner has lived much longer than most Dobermans. You know he could pass away soon. And if we don’t have another dog in the house it could be really sad and lonely.”
Me: “Curse you vile voodoo woman! Don’t you EVER talk about Donner dying. The answer is NO and that’s FINAL!”
Her (now in tears): “Bee bee bobbee boobee bee… boo hoo… sniff sniff.”
Me: “You’re like a little girl who pouts and pouts when she doesn’t get her way.”
Her – with no hesitation at all: “And YOU are like a mean dad who always says NO to everything.”
I said nary a word. I simply did a U-turn immediately, went back to the Shih Tzu house and bought the damn dog.
Me: “This will NOT be my dog. Donner is MY dog. I want nothing to do with this little ball of fuzz. YOU have to housebreak him and deal with all his nonsense.”
Her: “Gracias, gracias, GRACIAS, Papi!”
Guess who’s with me as I’m writing this… asleep on the ottoman with his cute little head resting on my calf.
Yeah… this 11 lb. ball of fur known as Chiqui Rikki, the Shih Tzu.
This little guy… the dog I wanted nothing to do with… is stuck to my side like glue 24 hours a day.
He’s been that way since the very minute Donner died.
Guess who handled most of his training, including his housebreaking.
Not me.
Not the Colombiana.
It was Donner the Doberman.
Therefore, guess who THINKS he’s a Doberman now.
Yeah, the 11 lb. ball of fur.
I sure am glad the Colombiana and I have Chiqui in our lives. It would have been a lot more traumatic when Donner died if this little guy weren’t around.
I gotta tell ya… the Colombiana’s insistent, incessant and infuriating persuasion skills drive me crazy sometimes.
But she knows her “market” (me) better than anybody. And she knows exactly what to say and do to win me over to her point.
Like the Shih Tzu.
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