Georgie Brings All The Childrens to the Yard

Hate to post another one about our dog... but Georgie makes friends wherever she goes. None of her friends have been quite as steadfast as the Indian children in our neighborhood. So loyal a friend are they that they often come over sometimes twice in one night, anywhere from three to five days a week to visit, play, or take her for a walk. It was cute the first few times, but after the ten billionth visit, it started to get old.

Yesterday: I am making dinner for myself in the kitchen. I hear the familiar squeal of the children and drop the knife to run and put out the lights. Then I hide against the wall. The doorbell rings, the dog freaks out. The kids are shrieking. Such great joy! No. It’s not great joy. I have to hide from you because you come to my house ringing the doorbell every other day wanting to see my dog. In the midst of my hiding, I think of the Kelis Milkshake memes that have been going around the internet and laugh, thinking how great an image that would be. Then, silence. The dog stops barking, no more giddy children- instead it has been replaced by loud tapping. I realize someone is tapping loudly on the windows of our house and suddenly I think, “Maybe it’s not the kids! Maybe it’s my neighbor, or one of the less annoying children and they need something!” So I decide to make a run for the stairs while scoping out the situation. In this maneuver I will have to dodge past three windows in which someone from outside could clearly see me. I get my best my sneak attack feet going and as quickly as possible turn the corner to the stairway all while looking over my shoulder to assess the field conditions. Just as I am doing this, the doorbell rings again. I see the children. The children that I wanted to be hiding from. Startled, my dog starts barking again from the shrill of the doorbell sound. Then she notices not only the children in the window, but me, running up the stairs. Panicked, she can’t decide who run to, so she picks me and follows in my footsteps. By this time, it was too late to stop my ascent and the children definitely know someone is home. Hopefully they get the message but tomorrow says they definitely did not.