Oh, brother! Those chihuahuas! I forgot how relentless those little monsters can be. I thought I made some progress with them yesterday, encouraging them to sit in my lap and allow themselves to be petted. Which they would do, only to jump down to engage with some distraction, return, look at me as if they'd never seen me before in their tiny lives, and start barking all over again!
It's actually not even the barking that bothers me, so much as the snarling. And the pulling on my clothing. My dad keeps trying to convince me that they're harmlessly nipping, but there's a visceral human reaction to an animal coming at you, growling, with teeth bared. You can't help but be a little tense!
They remind me of piranhas, roiling the water around a leg of lamb until all that's left is a stripped bone.
Anyway, I'll continue to work on them when I go back to my dad's house in a few days. For now, I'm at my mom's, which is a chihuahua-free-zone.
I'm trying to help her with some more photo scanning, one of my main occupations when I spend time here. She has mountains of pictures that we're trying to whittle down to a manageable stockpile and organize in some way. We have so many, in stacks and envelopes and tucked haphazardly in albums, that we can't even look at them. A common family problem, I'm sure.
You may remember that my mom is selling our family home. At least, in theory. It's been on the market since April but we've seen no real activity. No one has come to view it. Mom says that's partly because the realtor is being very selective about showing only to buyers who have financing, but still -- doesn't it seem like somebody should have come through by now? I think it's very strange and last night had a talk with mom about whether she needs to change realtors, or enlist more help.
(Photo: A water vending machine in Lutz, near my dad's house.)