CHIHUAHUAS AND THEIR BARKINESS...

We have these two little chihuahuas that live next door to us. Their real names are Davey and Dewey. I call them Cheech and Chong because I like the alliteration and they're Mexican. They're crazy little dogs. They have a combined weight of zero ounces. One is tan and one is black. Their balcony is right next to the steps that lead up to our front door and porch. The steps are solely ours; we don't share the steps with anyone else, so we're the only ones who use them. However, their balcony looks out over the green and the sidewalk. So.....everyone who walks past, every dog that uses the green, every fly that buzzes, every car horn that honks in the distant, every plane that flies overhead, and virtually every shift in the harmonic convergence, causes these two to yip and bark. If one tires, the other will pick up the pace until his compadre catches his breath and then HE takes over while the other one rests on the ropes...they are a virtual tag team of barkiness.

Peter loves them. He actually stirs them up (intentionally !)when he comes home because he thinks they're cute. Also, he's a "dog person", so every dog has merit in his eyes. One time he threw a piece of ham at them. But they're so small, you have to be careful....what may be an innocent slice of lunch meat to us turns into a weapon when lobbed at a trembling, googly-eyed, Sir-Barks-A-Lot, set of toenails.

So....depending on my coping skills du jour, I may or may not open my front window and door....because to do so invites the enchanting sounds of the barkmeisters. They even recognize the sound of my lock turning in my door FROM THE INSIDE!!!...they're actually quite impressive.

Remember that song by Simon and Garfunkel that went, "Hello, silence, my old friend..." I lost that old friend's number weeks ago.....