#185 – Birds of a Feather

I recently discovered the wonders of “Sharky” on YouTube. For those who don’t know, Sharky is an enormous Pit Bull who’s made friends with all sorts of small animals: a cat; a guinea pig; a wild rabbit; baby chicks; and even an iguana! The chicks, rabbit and guinea pig let the dog lick them with his giant tongue, and the chicks and iguana ride on his back. I find all the videos adorable and funny, and I can’t get enough of them. But as I learned today, Prometheus is no Sharky.

Yesterday, Sophia agreed to babysit her niece and nephew for a few hours. The problem was, she ran out of ideas to amuse them. I could hear the natives getting restless all the way from my office, where I’d sequestered myself for the duration.

At the moment the hardcore whining commenced, I happened to be surfing the net. Foolishly desiring to save my wife, I offered to divert the kids with Sharky videos. I figured – wrongly, it turned out – that I could hardly get in trouble by showing the annoying miscreants G-rated footage of interspecies friendships.

As expected, four-year-old Maria and her five-year-old brother Franco loved Sharky. They watched every piece of footage on the Pit Bull and his tiny buddies, over and over, until their mother picked them up. After they left, Sophia couldn’t thank me enough for my timely rescue. She doesn’t seem nearly as appreciative today, however.

We went to my in-laws’ house for Sunday dinner early this afternoon. Like always, our little Shitty, Prometheus, accompanied us. The puppy’s performance as a houseguest has been improving of late, and as a result we’ve ceased monitoring him closely at others’ homes. Thus, when Franco took the dog upstairs to play, neither Sophia nor I saw a need to chaperone. Of course, we didn’t know about the additional “playmate” waiting in Franco’s room.

Unbeknownst to me, upon returning from our house yesterday, Franco decided to borrow his friend’s pet hamster “Waddle” for a day. The lad wanted to see Prometheus lick Waddle just like Sharky tongue-bathes his small furry pals. Franco brought our puppy to his bedroom, closed the door and placed the two animals on the floor beside each other.

On the plus side, the Vet at the emergency clinic told us the hamster should recover. On the minus side, I’m afraid Waddle needs to be renamed. “Stumpy Joe” should fit.

Sharky and friend


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