I was invited to a Christmas party
being held by the aunt of a friend. My boyfriend and I arrived, and we were introduced to various family members
, as well as two beige
dogs - one medium, one small
. I am generally more social with animals than I am with people, so I politely introduced myself, then sat down to socialize with Friday
(the medium dog) and Duncan (the small dog, who had catfishy whiskers
My boyfriend and I sat and chatted with our friend Mike, while I provided a constant stream of attention to Friday the dog. After about 15 minutes, the dog left in search of Milk Bones
or whatever, and I looked at my hands. They were covered in a grimy sort of dry film... and I suspected that they stank. I was right. I got up to wash my hands, and wondered why the family hadn't taken the time to wash the dog
. Not all dogs leave that stinky horsey dirt stuck to your palm
That brought me to another thought: maybe the dog had not been petted often enough (or for a long enough duration) for the family to realize
that it was as dirty as a wild horse. It was a happy dog, and had a good grin
, I guess it just hadn't been bathed in a (long) while.
That annoyed me for some reason, because the house was impeccable
. Expensive paintings and ceramic figurine
s were carefully placed on coffee tables, and dessert trays were arranged with detail
. I'd have washed the dog and skipped the frosting.