Bodacious Boomer

Daisy AKA the heinous beast

You might remember that yesterday I was feeling all new-agey and serene because of yoga class. I did pretty well all day, even when Doug got all wound up because we were running late to the YMCA where we were going to do spin art.

He was snippy in the car, looking for a fight.  However, I took the high road and did not engage. We were going to get there when we got there and I thought there was just no point in showing up pissed off in addition to being late. So I just sat quietly in the car listening to him prattle on.

As it turns out, they had a multitude for all the kids to do, and our tardiness wasn’t even noticed. We did  stay an extra 30 minutes later than agreed just to be fair.

Now some back-story so what I’m about to say makes sense- well sense for me that is.

We’d been staying at Evelyn’s house again the past few days because the underground line that delivers the electricity to our house was kaput and had to be replaced.  We had Daisy and Gizmo with us at her house because they’re the best behaved and Evelyn really likes them. Everyone else went to a kennel, but a nice one that we’d used before.

Evelyn’s husband Ken was having his Dungeon’s and Dragons group over last night. (Yes, some people do still play that.) I believe his group has been together at least 15 years.

I’d met this group before and surmised that they’re about as much fun as getting a getting a colonoscopy with a full sized video camera. I was sure I was given the evil eye by one of them at that time.

Anyway, because one of the players wasn’t coming, it’d been decided that they’d just watch movies in the den.  I was apprehensive about them watching movies because of Daisy and Gizmo. The people coming over were not dog people, or animal people. For all I know, one of them isn’t even really a people/person.

I left crates for Daisy and Gizmo at Evelyn’s. Daisy in a crate- no problem. Gizmo in a crate- big problem. He barks and howls with everything that his 6.5 lbs. can muster. Nothing deters him- being sprayed with water, verbal admonishment, air horns, being ignored- nothing. He keeps it up til he’s too exhausted to continue. He is one determined, AKA crazy, little terrier. (If anyone knows how to stop that, please let me know.)

When we arrived back at Evelyn’s last night, Daisy and Gizmo came to the door to greet us. Then Daisy went over to Mae and hopped up on the arm of the couch before I could stop her. Mae shoved Daisy off before I could get to her (and I was only 6 feet away). Daisy hit the Pergo. I hit the roof, inside. However, outwardly I exhibited no signs of hostility. I remained calm.

I whisked up both dogs and went to the guest room without saying a word to the Wicked Witch of the West. As I was leaving the room I looked at Evelyn who was giving me the “I’m sorry, but she’s a bitch.” look.  (Evelyn doesn’t like her either.) I could just imagine Mae wagging her bony finger and saying “I’ll get you my pretty and your little dog too!”

I was tempted to come back out and throw a bucket of water on the old witch and be done with it. I figured I might even be given a plaque. I felt a lot like George’s father on Seinfeld when he was trying to remain calm.

After meeting Mae the first time I had proclaimed that she was such a tight-ass even a proctologist couldn’t get a greased BB up there. I was right.

In yoga class I heard how you’re supposed to be understanding and accepting of everyone. There’s good in everyone. For the first time in my life I can honestly say I don’t think there is any good in this person- none- zippo-nada. She has no family because she never mated, or nobody would ever mate with her, which is infinitely more likely.

There’s more to tell about her, but you get the point. Just what do you do about someone who has no goodness of any kind in them? Do you still have to take the high road?