Tiny Rhapsody

I felt like I got a phone call from an insolent son this saturday, apologizing for his bad behavior. The lyrics from Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody come to mind, "Mama, oooh, didn't mean to make you cry."

This little melodrama is due to an incident on Saturday morning when Kiynago bit a visitor. She ended up being just fine, Thank God. He is all up to date on his shots, so there was nothing to worry about from that standpoint. But, it was horrible. Anyone who has encountered an angry animal will know what a shock it can be. Poor Kiynago ran away immediately when he recognized he’d done something bad.

I think Mike and I felt worse for our guest who was trying to laugh off the shock, and for our dog who didn't know better. We felt like bad parents, neglectful of their child's destructive capabilities. Our eyes wide, "I'm sorry" flowing, Mike chasing Kiynago upstairs. It was a dramatic and distruptive event that shook up our whole weekend.

We’re going to take extra measures to ensure nothing like this happens again and are certain we'll be successful, but we hate that this happened in the first place. We feel like we should have known better. Kiynago is old, has developed cataracts, and gets easily freaked out if he feels threatened, whether it's real or not, he's a dog and can't tell the difference. We thought we knew which situations would cause this, but his most recent episode indicates he is worsening.

Knowing he is getting older and more unpredictable is a source of sadness and frustration. I love that damn dog. Even though he’s temperamental, he’s so sweet and has been a comfort to me so many times. At age 14, my mom drove me to Ohio where I picked him out of a litter, he was the smallest one and I knew I'd love him. I know this sounds weird, but sometimes there is no one to talk to and crying with your dog in your lap is the best thing you can do.

Anyways, old boy, we’re gonna take care of you.