Bunny here at the keyboard to share our weekend outing.
We are always a bit envious when we see our Greyhound friends out having play dates and getting together with other hounds. There aren’t too many Greyhounds in our area who like to socialize much. At least, not many that we’ve found. Finding a unicorn in the wild is more likely than finding another Greyhound to play with around here. So, when our friend Zip invited us to come over, we were pretty happy to go.
I think he’s been feeling a little lonesome for Greyhound company. His pack mate, Zoey, passed away last month and he’s not used to being an only dog. Flattery and I were looking forward to getting out of the house and enjoying some civilized company, too. Mom had a bunch of trouble with her back Friday night, and I was afraid we might not get to go, but she spent the day resting so we could go.
When we got there, we went to have a little romp in the back yard.
We didn’t stay out there for too long because it was a bit brisk. We all had a chance to sniff and get acquainted, though. Flattery had never been to Zip’s house before, so it was nice to have some sniff time outside. Everybody got along and had fun, so we decided to move the party inside the house. At the back door, everybody had to stop and wait to have their feet wiped off.
Getting your feet wiped off shouldn’t have been a big deal. However, several things happened. First, Mom had that back problem. She couldn’t bend over and do any foot wiping, which meant Dad had to do it. Mom and I waited outside while Dad worked on Flattery. After he got her feet wiped off, he said I could come in, but as Flattery got to the top of the stairs, something unexpected happened.
Now, Mom had warned our hosts that Flattery is not cat safe. Flattery isn’t kind of, sort of not cat safe. She is a stone cold cat predator. Zip’s family said the cats had their own room and they’d hang out in there while we were visiting. However, I’m pretty sure that they don’t understand about what not cat safe means. As I stood at the bottom of the stairs, I saw it all unfold and I was afraid that I was going to be writing a post about how Flattery killed her first cat.
She went up the stairs into the little kitchen, and there was a cat sitting right there on top of the table. Her eyes got huge and then she made a leap that got all four of her feet off the ground. It was like something out of The Matrix, and poor Dad was left holding on to her leash in a death grip while I stood at the bottom and Mom and Zip’s dad were outside. Fortunately, Flattery still had her muzzle on from our play session and Zip’s mom collected the cat and took him to the cat room.
Zip’s dad kept talking about the cat hurting Flattery. I thought he was crazy. The cat may be good at teaching dogs a lesson or two, but I don’t think he’s met anybody quite like Flattery. She didn’t just want to sniff him inappropriately, she wanted to see if he tasted like steak or chicken. Fortunately, she didn’t get to find out and she settled down after she couldn’t see him anymore, although she did sniff the door to the cat room a few times.
Soon, the aroma of pizza was filling the air.
The humans had pizza for dinner and sat around talking while we dogs played and lounged about. Flattery seemed determined to convince our guests that she had been born in a barn and kept sticking her nose in people’s plates. I was mortified. Mom threatened to send her to the car so everyone could eat in peace. The other humans just laughed at her antics, but I suspect there will be a crash course in manners at our house soon.
The good news is that the humans were all great about sharing their pizza bones. There were also lots of comfortable spots for dogs to hang out. I chose the couch so I could keep Mom and Dad both close by. Flattery and Zip kept switching spots in the chairs and on the floor, but I pretty much stuck close to my people.
Flattery and I got some pizza treats to take and share, but Dad forgot them at home. They would have been nice to enjoy while the humans ate their apple pie, which they didn’t share. I guess I can’t give them too much grief about not sharing the pie, though, since we did have quite a few pizza bones.
Of course, all good things must come to an end.
We finally had to leave, since Mom’s back was really hurting her and we didn’t want to miss bedtime turnout. It was a great time and it’s nice to be able to break out of the routine and enjoy the company of friends. Hopefully, Flattery didn’t get us blacklisted and we’ll be able to do it again some time.