Kid 2 and D had to leave for Houston for a couple of days, and they left Quincy and Artha with us. Artha, of course, is a perfect houseguest. Quincy is insane. He is a full grown domesticated wolf now and in that stage between cute puppy and calm adult that some people in canine world call the raptor stage. He runs, he chews, he barks.
He normally settles down after the first 24-48 hours, but by that point, they will probably be back to pick him up.
Last night he ran all around like a crazy person. He is very sweet but not well trained. ::side eye at Kid 2:: But not aggressive and very cuddly. Then I finally took him to the bedroom where we had an argument over who was allowed to sleep on the bed. I won. He went to the dog pillow.
Gordon enters the bedroom half an hour later.
Quincy: Snarl from hell. Intruder!
Gordon: Who are you talking to?
Quincy: Oh hi, it’s you, I love you.
Cuddly or not, he is a GSD, and he takes security seriously. So seriously that he either smelled or heard a critter outside at 4:21 am this morning. How do I know the exact time? Because he acted as if a dragon was about to break into the house and only ferocious barking could hold it back. So much barking.
Quincy: Bark Bark.
Sookie, in another room: What’s going on? Are we being invaded? I don’t know what’s going on, but bark bark!
Nykie, upstairs: Dachshund genes activated. Kill! Kill!
And then he did it again at 5:30.
At 6:00 something I let him out because it was light. We left the bedroom door open so he could go in and out. Best decision ever.
I am so tired, I feel hung over. Seriously. I am drinking coffee, because I have this huge edit to do, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
I am too tired to think of anything entertaining or to answer questions, so here is a Kid 2 story. Kid 2 is a big paranormal fan. Ghosts and demonic possession especially. And it must be said that even though she was born in US, she is my daughter and she is a proper Russian woman. She doesn’t whistle in the house, she doesn’t split the pole, and she knocks on wood and spits three times over her left shoulder.
At some point she set a beer down in a new house and the cap of the beer popped off all by herself. She joked with D. that the house is haunted.
D. is Slytherin. He is so Slytherin, that you wouldn’t even have to put the sorting hat on him. Just bringing it in his vicinity would be enough. He went out to refill the car and bought some fishing wire. He tied the fishing wire to one of the pokemon toys on the shelf and then his in the bathroom.
Kid 2 is watching TV.
The Pokemon toy moves.
It moves a little more.
It moves again.
It flies off the shelf.
Kid 2: D, something happened! Get out of the bathroom!
D opens the bathroom door. She’s got Camille the cat in her carrier, both dogs on the leash, and car keys in her hand.
Kid 2, calmly but urgently: The house is haunted. We have to get out right now. Get the dogs into the car, we’ll drop the animals off at Mom and Dad’s, and we’re going straight to St. Andrew Orthodox Church. We need to get the house purified and Russian Orthodox priests will bless anything.
He had to explain the fishing wire. He is still alive so she must love him.