The News of Liza Kate

Well, the boo is gone for a little bit.

I'll be a little less inspired to cook, clean, and sleep, but mostly him leaving means I'll get to catch up with myself and with our little stinker dogs.

The very first thing that happens almost everytime Curtis leaves with a bag of clothes, is a very curious thing indeed.

His dog Kodi, you see, is about 200 years old and barks and grumbles to himself when a car door closes 2 miles away.

On a normal day, I might try, in vain, to shush him. This isn't exactly because I find it completely annoying after about twenty minutes, mind you.

You may or may not know all of the ways in which our neighbor has terrorized us - the glasstop patio table barracade at the foot of our stairs, the evil "kill your doges" [sp] message scrawled onto our chalkboard, topped with a bit of spit, the murdering of our potted plants, etc.

Basically, the man is erratic and terrifying, and I see no reason to provoke him.

Curtis, on the other hand, does everything but give little Kodi treats when he's having one of his freak attacks. So, when he goes out of town, Kodi knows he has lost a team member.

What I'm expecting to find on the kitchen floor one of these days when I return from work, or, if I'm really lucky, I'll come upon it half asleep one morning, is the strangest pile of dog doo you can imagine.

It won't just a big healthy pile designed to make me feel bad for sleeping in, nor will it be a tiny little "oopsie" that he forgot to get rid of the last time we went out - no, it's much worse.

It will be an intricate and involved pattern made up of many different shapes - stalagmites, "tomb stones," rain drops, flower petals and clogs, to name a few - strewn all about in what looks like a chaotic explosion, but I know better.

He's communicating.

I'm not sure yet what means what, but I'm onto him.

Sometime this week, if my calculations are correct (they are), I'm going to wake up or come home to some sort of message left to me by old man Kodi.

It might be a death threat, it might be a thank you note, who knows?

But it will be the start of my dog doo deciphering. (I bought a new journal for it and everything.)

Soon, the world will know all about the canine ABCs, 123s, F.U.s, and so on.

This isn't just another one of my "get rich quick" schemes. I intend to collect some serious data.

I'll have my findings published in pamphlet form and rock the scientific community at it's core.

Stay tuned.

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# posted by lizakate : 12:32 AM