>OK, there are no monkeys in this post. I just wanted to say monkeys. Why? Because it makes me laugh. And you know what’s even funnier than the word “monkeys”? The phrase “monkey pants.”
It’s late and I’ve been grading all day. I’m giddy with delirium.
Anyway, there’s a point to this post. Pets. I’ve been gingerly broaching the topic of pets with the Boyfriend lately. I desperately miss having a cat so much that I still can’t bring myself to get rid of my cat stuff, even though my dear Delphina departed almost four years ago. But Boyfriend is more of a dog person, and that’ s OK with me because I like all animals. (Even goats, as you’ll recall. And a friend once had a parrot who thought I was his girlfriend; I dug him, too.) I’m still trying to get the Boyfriend to warm up to cats, though, because I’d like one in addition to a dog. In fact, I really don’t get the whole “cat person”/”dog person” standoff, frankly. I’m an equal opportunity fuzzy and feathery thing lover, and other creatures are pretty cool, too.
So lately I’ve been investigating dog breeds, looking for ones that get along with other creatures, that would enjoy a run with me so I can combine dog-walking duties with my running, and that aren’t destructive diggers or noisy barkers. Oh, and cuteness is a plus, too. As a result of my preliminary research, I’ve become utterly obsessed with a rare breed called the Portuguese Water Dog. Go look — how cute! Not only are they cute and fluffy, but they’re supposedly smart, even-tempered, affectionate with humans and other creatures, eager to please, and quick to train. And they’re working dogs, so they need a lot of exercise. (They don’t have to get it in the water, though they’ll happily dive right in.) They’re also a ‘hair’ breed rather than a ‘fur’ breed, which means no dog-fur smell and no shedding (nor more than we lose our hair, that is), though they do have to have their hair cut like we do. And get this — they have webbed feet! So not only are they cute and smart and gentle natured, they’re freaks, too! They’re like the bizarro-Golden Retriever or something. How could I not fall in love with them?
Seriously, leave it to me to fall in love with an odd, uncommon breed. Because, you see, it’s not enough that I have to explain what I do for a living (“I teach and study medieval literature…no, older than Shakespeare…no, not ‘mid evil’…Yes, ‘normal’ English majors take my classes…no, I don’t play wenches at Ren Fests…No, I haven’t read Dan Brown and don’t intend to…”) — I also want to have to explain what breed my dog is, too. (“It’s a Portuguese Water Dog…no, you’re thinking of the jelly fish…no, it can’t breath underwater…no I didn’t give it a permanent; that’s natural wave…yes, I realize our hair kind of matches…”)
Anyway, if anyone out there has any first-hand experience with Portuguese Water Dogs, let me know the pros and cons of having one as pet, beyond the whole ‘costs $1800’ part, which I’m ignoring for the moment since I’m in the fantasy stage.
And yes, I’m going to do that Margery Kempe post. Really.