I’m giving Poe the silent treatment. He has gotten into so much trouble this week, or gotten me into it, that I’ve decided that ignoring him is the best form of discipline. Poe hates to be ignored. He’s like Konnie that way.
Typically, Poe and I get along just fine. He’s content to while his mornings away while I work as long as I promise to take him for a hike up the Butte in the afternoons.
Here’s Poe on an afternoon this week, looking out over Hermiston. I even walked him to parts of the Butte where there are no trails just so he could be Dog of the Mountain from every vantage point.
He walked right out the edge of this ledge, to get a better view of the pool below.
This was a good day for Poe and for me. A day when everybody gets along and nobody causes anyone else any grief. That wasn’t the case for most of the week. On Tuesday I had to drive over to Tri-Cites, Wash. If you squint real hard and peer off into the distance in that bottom photo you can see Tri-Cities. It’s up 30 miles up the road, across the Columbia River, which is just about five miles north of the ledge where Poe and I were standing.
I had to go up there to return the new laptop I’d bought after spending an hour with the salesclerk and trying to find one with a sturdy keyboard because that Dell I owned previously was a put together by a 2-year old from left over legos. So I finally decided on a computer, bought it, brought it home and downloaded my files and then discovered the “Y” didn’t work. ARRRGGGHHH!!!
Tuesday morning I called the company where I bought the computer and they assured me that I could just bring it back and they’d replace it and give me a $25 gift certificate for all my troubles.
Poe hates it when I go off and leave him home alone. He’s like Konnie that way.
I’ve been gone so much lately that he literally begins to pout if he sees me packing a bag or grabbing my purse and car keys and not the dog leash. He knows that means I’m going somewhere other than the Butte and he can’t go. Like on Monday when I left him to go to Portland to speak and he had to stay the day in the kennel.
Since this was going to be a quick trick, I relented to his pouting and told him he could come along but he’d have to behave and stay in the backseat. He agreed. The ride up was pleasant. He stood with his hind legs on the backseat and his front ones on the console so he could help me watch for errant drivers and deer crossings. He doesn’t bark much (except for when the yellow school bus arrives every afternoon). The weather was perfect. Somewhere in the 70s. I found a parking space right next to the store’s front door. Rolled down the back passenger window enough to give him some air but not enough that he could hang his head out the window.
“Wait right here. I’ll be right back,” I told him.
At the counter, I asked for Maria, the gal I’d talked to on the phone. Some fellow took my computer and said he’d call for her. Five minutes later, I walked over to the customer help counter and asked for Maria again. They did call for her. She approached with the new laptop box (a good sign) and she and three, count ’em three, other guys tried to figure out the code for exchanging one laptop for another. They kept sliding a card through the computer, over and over again. Ten minutes passed. I walked over to the doors and checked on Poe. He was fine.
Not known for my patience, I finally said, “I am beginning to understand why they call it the Geek Squad.”
They grinned and continued trying to run their cards through the scanner. Then a loudspeaker called for the owner of the BMW with the Oregon plates.
That would be me, I said approaching customer service again. “What do you need?”
“Talk to that lady there,” he said.
“Can I help you?” I asked the lady with the long curly hair.
OMGosh. The woman lit into me like a match on a dishrag. She started yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs. I was so startled at first I had no idea what I’d done. Then I heard the tell-tale words “abuse” and “animal cruelty.”
I was so taken aback I put up my hand and turned and walked away. Back to the Geek Squad who had finally figured out how to run their scan card and had my computer ready to go. I picked it up and walked out the door. The woman followed me the entire way, yelling and screaming.
“I’ve called the police. They are on their way,” she hollered.
I wanted to say, “Lady, I worked as a reporter in this area. The police around here have way too many gang problems to worry about, I doubt they paid any attention to you and your rantings.”
But good for me, I didn’t say a word about that. Instead, I just said, “Girlfriend, get a flipping life. My dog is just fine. He was only in the car for 15 minutes, 20 max.”
She screamed back, “You were in that store 35 minutes. Me and others watched you the entire time.” As she said this she swept her arm out across the parking lot, which was mostly empty of cars and if there were any other people spying on me and Poe I didn’t see them and they didn’t come forward.
She was not deterred. “I have eight dogs,” she yelled. “You NEVER, EVER leave a dog in a car without the window rolled down.”
“The window is rolled down,” I noted, without yelling.
She continued her rant about animal cruelty and how I didn’t know how to care for my dog. I said something about “Yeah, well you probably take care of your dogs and neglect your children.”
Then I drove off. To the nearest Starbucks to get something to calm my nerves. I got Poe a cup of water. He put his nose into it and looked at me as if to say, “What is that? Where’s the Oatmeal cookie I ordered?” He didn’t take one lick of the water.
“Oh, brother,” I said. “Did you see that woman ranting at me? You are supposed to be dehydrated by now and on your last leg.”
Poe let out a long sigh.
He does that a lot. He’s like Tim that way.
I still have the cup of water from Starbucks sitting on the kitchen counter as a reminder that what we think others need may not be what they need at all. We keep offering them water, when what they really need, apparently, is deli meat.
I’m sick with some stupid flu. It hit me yesterday afternoon. One minute I was fine. The next I felt a familiar wave of morning sickness. That’s what it felt like, anyway. That was followed by sweats, chills, body aches and overall puny feeling. I tried to get some stuff done but all I really wanted to do was lie down. Tim and I had planned on going on a date last night.
Instead he went to one bedroom with a book and I went to the other with a book. He didn’t want to get whatever I had, which I think came from him in the first place.
We both read for a few hours. I figured Poe was with him. He figured Poe was with me. Instead Poe was downstairs feasting. He’d used his elongated snout to open the frig door where he proceeded to eat everything within paw distance. This included one whole polish sausage in its wrapper and two unopened bags of deli meat, the expensive kind. When he tired of that he ate the entire bag of deli cheese. Good thing I had the wine in the cupboard or that would be gone, too, I suppose.
He hasn’t moved his fat tail off Tim’s chair all morning. I’m still achy so I doubt I’ll get up to the Butte today, but even if I could, I wouldn’t take Poe.
I’m not speaking to him.