I am slightly embarassed to see how much time has passed.  It feels as if I have just let things fall to the wayside and yet, I get so flustered sometimes at the haste that fills every where I go.

The other night, my family and I went to see Marley and Me at the movies (cute movie, amazingly hilarious book).  Of course, much like when I read the book, I laughed exuberantly and cried pathetically.   I think it is more a remembrance of my own dogs that causes the rise and fall of emotions.

I lay with my new puppy dog, Snoopy, and I began welling up with tears.  He, of course, just panted in my face and fell asleep across my lap.  He is a good dog, but his nemesis happens to be cats.  Now, that isn’t a problem when my husband and I are at home in our apartment.  It just so happens to be an extraordinary problem as we are visiting my parents…they have 3 cats.

Having dealt with a dog who was not fond of cats before, I thought it would be nothing to introduce my Pointer/lab mix to the slightly smaller four legged animals who just so happen to be armed with ridiculously sharp claws.  Silly me.  Snoopy lunged.  The first kitty slashed.  Snoopy licked his nose and tried to lunge again.  Oh me.

The real problem happened the other night (coincidentally right after getting home from the movie theater).  I was taking my dear 5 year old puppy dog out for a walk, knowing that I couldn’t have him take off through the house, he was on his leash.  Well, one of the cats (the big orange tabby who has no perception of danger what-so-ever) was sitting calmly on the stairs, right in front of the door.  Snoopy, being keen as he is, saw the cat and lunged.  This time, with the bars of the stairs in between them, no one was hurt, except the glass  bowl that was knocked off of the table in the foyer…shattering.  I managed to drag him out the front door (thank goodness for claws and wood floors) while my loving mom and husband cleaned up the mess.

Snoopy remains oblivious.  Anytime one of the cats passes within his view from our closed off room, he begins to whine.  So much for the piece of cake I was looking forward to in celebration at my mastery training skills.  We will try again on the next visit (as long as he stays away from the chickens too).