In our recent travels we have encountered a variety of dogs. There is Molly, the Perry’s dog who is friendly and sleeos most of the day. At Granddaddy and Nana’s there is Cody, Mattie, and our old dog who pretty much stay tucked away. At Mom and Dad’s there is Paco, a nervous little Chihuahua.
Sebastian has quite an obsession with dogs. He is also rather afraid of them. At the Perry’s he would immediately upon waking gi to see if Molly was on her bed. When she was not he would repeatedly shout “Dog!” and point at the door and then hold up his hands. When she came in he’d run screaming for refuge from this dog who had no interest in him whatsoever. At Grandaddy’s he’d watch the dogs through the window which worked well. Within minutes after arriving at Mom and Dad’s house he discovered Paco’s leash and spent most of the week walking around with it and wanting to walk Paco. Actually all of the boys desire to walk Paco and hold the leash and it was always somewhat of a production to take poor Paco out to pee. At some points we had a leash hooked to Paco and another leash, held by Sebatian, hooked to that leash. It got complicated, so much so that my Mom started whispering to Paco and sneaking out of the house when no one was looking.
Jack made friends with Paco this visit, which has never happened with any children to my knowledge. He even became well enough acquainted to make a new observation. “Nonie, Paco has something red on his belly.”
“That’s his penis,” Nonie answered.
Some time later it was no longer visible. “Nonie, where did Paco’s penis go?”
“He pulled it in.”
“Oh,” Jack said thoughtfully, “people can’t do that.”
We are now at Gran and Pap’s where the only dog is an old wooden Snoopy with a leash. Sebastian has been faithfully walking it, and is much more comfortable as it does not bark or lick. Now if only it didn’t make an obnoxious clicking noise as it was walking!