A Scare a Week  

MischiefSprite 55F
501 posts
8/18/2006 7:58 am

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A Scare a Week

Lately my life has been providing me with about one good scare a week. With summer almost at its end and with facing the prospects of work starting again for me soon, this has to stop. I have averaged about one good scare every month for most of my life, so why are the little scare imps targeting me all of a sudden?

Two weeks ago while camping in Sequoia National Park, it was the butane fire ball across the picnic table.

Last week, the brakes on my eighteen-year-old daughter's car went out. That was scary enough, then I got the $600.00 bill.

This morning's scare beats them all. I thought I had smothered my best friend's dog. Don't laugh. I'm dog-sitting while my gal-pal goes galavanting in Wine Country. Her dog adores me (really). Didn't leave my side or let a distance of more than two feet separate us all day yesterday. Okay, I admit liking the pooch, too. So, of course I let Pixie-Poo sleep with me last night. (Not the first time I've had a dawg in my bed, just usually not of the canine variety.)

So, I woke up very early this morning (for me during the summer) with a poem in my head. I lay here for awhile letting it solidify, when I realized, nothing else in the bed was moving. I suddenly remembered the chihuahua who was my bed partner and freaked out. I was afraid to move.

Where was she? Could I detect any signs of life under the covers? I thought I had fallen asleep with her head resting safely on the pillow beside me, allowing for plenty of breathing room....it's the SF Bay Area and chilly at night with the windows open, so did I smother her in the middle of the night as I delved deeper into my own comforter?

The worst fear then entered my brain. What would HoH do to me when she discovered I had smothered her dog in the middle of the night? This dog is spoiled rotten and loved dearly. Surely there would be a lawsuit involving emotional distress and turmoil, pain and suffering caused by me, the dog murdering, irresponsible, awful friend.

Just then, I felt a lick. Was I still dreaming of oral sex with some hot porn star? No, it was signs of life from Pix. Thank gawd for chihuahua soft tongue licks on my foot at 6:00 am just in time to avoid my massive coronary.

One of life's simple pleasures, certainly...soft tongue licks first thing in the morning. And I might add, quite a relief, surpassing fireballs and brake failure.

By the way, I now want a chihuahua just like Pixie. Wonder if I should just forget to return her?


damseldistress8 46F

8/18/2006 9:35 am

I WANT MY OWN DOG TOO !!! hehehe Very nice blog sis...

AsianBBWkitten4U 50F

8/18/2006 9:43 am

Now you all know why I prefer Kitty's, they have sense enough to move outta the way of People.......well and that Kittens Purrrrrrrrrr

rm_Razzmataz13 49F

8/19/2006 1:25 am

omg it's 1:30 am and I was howling reading this... you goober. glad she was ok!!

I dont think you'd get away with not returning her.. HoH would have your head on a platter...

Hell0nHeels 51F

8/20/2006 1:37 pm

AS IF???? Keep her? Pa-shaaaaaaaaaaa..... Try to keep the Pooh from her momma? I think not! And I didn't warn ya that she sleeps nestled DEEP in the pits of comforter hell?????

Steel_Legs 60M/F

8/22/2006 3:13 am

You communicated your fear and relief in convincingly honest prose. Found myself laughing out loud at the picture, particularly the thought / vision of you with a mixed expression of relief and arousal as you awaken to the almost shameful enjoyment of a canine foot licking.

My ex-wife had a miniature poodle when I met her and the dog was so attached to her it was seriously neurotic, (turned out she was too, whataya know).

Been my experience that small dogs have a tendency towards being, frightened, nervous, and way too needy. Now, I'm sure HonH's little sweetie-bumkin-lovin-baby is not at all like that, really - I'm positive of that, but a lot of the little freaks are.

The issue could be more mine than I like to admit. Petey, the ex's poodle hated me from day one. I'd never met a dog I couldn't win over before, but Petey was a different story. I always left for work before her and would lean over the bed to kiss her goodbye, when out from under the covers lunged the ferocious Petey the killer poodle. Little bastard used to bite me about twice a week.

Can't say that small dogs aren't smart though, sometimes scary smart. One time I came home from work early to find Petey at the computer googling natural poisons. The look in his eyes as he skulked from office chair was... unsettling.

Fun blog - keep 'em coming,


MischiefSprite 55F
334 posts
8/22/2006 9:34 am

A neurotic Poodle named Petey, huh? When I was a kid, we had a neurotic Poodle named Puffy. She regularly got a bite out my ex too. Maybe that was a sign, 25 years ago, from the Psychic (not Pyscho) Poodle named Puffy...haha

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