First off, I can’t believe it was a week ago already that this event happened. Secondly, it was most memorable for me since I was actually invited to this soiree (first time a dog ever was)….unfortunately so was Zoe.
As it turns out, my parents have an annual(ish) get together in their backyard for their coworkers and neighbors. This year, the party was called a “backyard bash” but the subtext to the invite was something about puppy destruction of the yard. No idea where such a reference would come from as Zoe and I (The Tempest), are absolute darlings – which will become evident in a moment.
But before I begin the full-on story of the evening I have to say that this was the most people I have ever seen in one place in my entire life. Well, except the time I visited the Big House in Ann Arbor.
Or maybe the time that our car told us to take a detour on our way to Michigan which included a pass through the heart of Chicago. Sammy and I were originally minding our own business as it related to bones that needed chewing, but then we were on the top of our game as soon as we got off the freeway – barking at the first person we saw walking sedately down the sidewalk. Then we may have succumbed a bit to the over-stimuli of tens/hundreds/thousands of people walking astride our car as we neared the city center.
Irrespective these asides, on the night of the party, it was by FAR the most people we had ever seen in OUR yard.
And as such, we are back to the present…or at least the not so distant past. More precisely, last Friday in our backyard. And as I have already said, our neighbors and my parents co-workers appeared in what seemed like droves. But even before them, the FOOD came – thanks to the great people our good friend Diane hooked us up with. This is an important point, as it will come up again in a paragraph or two.
Anyhow, after the food arrived and the people started accumulating in our yard (which thanks to Mom was largely a poop-free zone), Zoe and I put on out best hostess outfits (leashes) and welcomed all new comers with the proper respect and decorum that was appropriate to the situation. In other words, we lay on the ground and pouted that we were not free to roam and eat the baked salami. This attitude played in our favor in two ways. The first, many of the party attendees accused our parents of providing us with illicit drugs…OK, not really true “drugs” but sedatives to make us act less active. And here is the interesting twist: many of the people are readers of this particular blog that Montana started and I assumed authorship over after she was accepted into graduate school – without having to suffer through the rigmarole of general studies (she was one smart puppy). In short, upon seeing Zoe and I in our “company has arrived” attitude, people started to question the veracity of our previous posts in which we are depicted (by the scribe) as mega-imps. BA-HAHAHAHA (dad taught us the evil scientist laugh). The second bonus? There were a number of kids and we received lots of love from my peeps as well as some new friends.
So, in summary, we were perfect angels throughout the evening
- letting kids pet us,
- staying quiet – mostly
- not interrupting anyone’s meal (except maybe drooling a bit as the kids around us ate – Zoe totally performing the extreme party foul by letting drool escape both sides of her mouth at one point).
- sharing our chocolate chip cookies – which we are very keen on but have never tasted as apparently they are “toxic” to dogs (aside: I think this is an invention by the scribe so that he can eat them all himself).
Then as fate would have it, the skies opened up, and the rain fell. Thus causing the guests to mostly scurry for their cars as our house is not really big enough to accommodate all the people that were invited. This led, I am afraid to say, to an early ending to the nights festivities. However, since many of the neighbors – who did not have rides to “jump into”- stayed around, we had some more fun times! And this is where things really became interesting. First off, since the gates were now closed and our parents had complete control of us (not), we were allowed off leash. Even with this new freedom, we behaved admirably.
That is, until one guest left forgetting to shut the front door after them. This opportunity, which I have coached Zoe to be prepared for since the moment she arrived, was enough for her to bolt out the front door, barely avoiding the outstretched, grasping fingers of the aforementioned scribe (aka Dad). The girl, bless her heart, ran back and forth across the street and engaged all the neighbors who were still at the party in a massive (hu)man hunt for the fugitive. It is hard to find a black dog in a black night, so Zoe had to engage in quite the antics, getting close enough so the people could see her and then zooming off. In the meantime, I was trapped inside the house (with all the food) so that I too would not be “lost.” Zoe gets a solid A for her effort. And by that I mean that she got everyone distracted without any injury to herself. In the meantime, I took advantage of everyone’s focus on the escapee and helped myself to the remains of the baked salami (YUM!!!!). But my efforts were not discovered until much later since I joined in the rescue operation to return Zoe to safety. Upon my suggestion, Mom got into the car – me riding shotgun – and pulled out of the driveway. Hearing this, the electric car being so loud, Zoe came running over. After Mom opened the door and said “Zoe; your car is here!”, Zoe jumped in beside me – much like Sammy had done in the past. Mom then put the car into reverse and moseyed back up the driveway. For some reason this satisfied Zoe – most likely because she didn’t smell the baked salami (YUM) on my breath…yet.