Kibble eater, butt-sniffer, guest lecturer

Licorice was invited to come speak at Hippie School, today.

Well, okay. TECHNICALLY she was just invited to come in. I think the understanding was that she probably wasn’t going to talk. But part of the fun of Hippie School is that they do a lot of hands-on stuff, and that means that while they’re doing a unit on animals, the kids get to bring in their pets. Super fun, right?

[Sidebar: For this unit Monkey is doing a research project on badgers. I don't know how he decided that this was the animal he wanted to research, but now I know more about badgers than I ever wanted to or thought necessary. He's become a badgerholic. A total badger freak. ("Did you know they've recorded a 75 pound badger? That's the heaviest weight for a terrestrial mustelid!" And to think I might've missed learning that.) I was tempted to dress the dog up like a badger, but I was afraid Monkey might get mad at me.]

The problem, of course, is that Licorice is a nervous car rider.

The rest of the family—being human and also creatures who spend a fair amount of time in the car—gets in the car and pretty much think, “Let’s go somewhere.”

Licorice—being a dog with a brain roughly the same size as a walnut, and perhaps having had a bad car experience in her past before she came to us?—gets in the car and immediately thinks I AM GOING TO SUFFER AND DIE AND THE ONLY WAY TO PREVENT IT IS TO SHAKE AND DROOL UNCONTROLLABLY.

She’s marginally better in the car than she used to be (she no longer spends the whole ride crying, so hey, PROGRESS!), but it’s still pretty pitiful. So I loaded her up this morning and she sat in Monkey’s lap and looked Very Worried Indeed. We stopped to pick up Mario and then she seemed to perk up a bit, wedging herself between the boys and enjoying the attention they lavished upon her. But then we got to school and the boys got out and I kept her in the car and she looked at me like I’d just eaten every last speck of chicken jerky in the whole world.

See, I was dropping the boys off about half an hour before Licorice was scheduled to appear. So we watched them leave and I took Licorice for a walk. This was VERY! EXCITING! because walks are always good. She perked right up and set about sniffing every blade of grass, every rock, and every un-picked-up piece of excrement she could find. She also relieved herself multiple times because OMGSTRESSFULCARRIDE, which was good, because it was my fear that I’d end up bringing in the dog who poops in the school.

We tromped around the neighborhood for 25 minutes or so, and then she was empty, and we went inside.

Monkey could not have been more proud of Licorice than if he’d given birth to her himself. She obediently sneezed and played dead in return for chunks of carrots, and allowed all the kids to descend on her and rub her ears. During the “discussion” time Monkey tried very hard to share educational tidbits—like that, because Licorice is a mix of two hair breeds, she doesn’t shed, but requires regular haircuts—while Licorice continued dancing around and sneezing for carrots and half the kids offered up relevant tidbits like “my cat weighs more than your dog” and “She looks like Obama’s dog!” and “My dog got runned over by a car.” (That last one is kind of a conversation stopper. Upon surveying my horrified expression, the child in question casually added, “Oh, he didn’t die. He’s fine.” Uh. Good?)

Proving that technology makes everything better, Monkey then brought up his favorite Licorice video on the big screen for the class to watch, after which the kids were REALLY impressed. For her part, Licorice mostly sat on my lap and kept sticking her nose in my jacket, positive I had more snacks hidden in there.

I talked a little bit about the rescue where we got her, and the training we’ve done with her. I’m not sure the kids were listening. In retrospect, I probably should’ve just brought her in there, cleaned her ears, and then given everyone carrots to give her for every sneeze.

We came back home and she dove right under my desk and began to snore. Being adorable on command is EXHAUSTING.

16 Responses to “Kibble eater, butt-sniffer, guest lecturer”

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    Liza November 5, 2012 at 10:58 am #

    I am stifling the urge to buy Monkey the classic underground UW “Fuck ‘em Bucky” Badger shirt. You’re welcome! :)

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    Niki November 5, 2012 at 11:13 am #

    That is the exact same dance our dog performs when we put flea treatment down his back, except that after he has completed that two minute routine, he then trots in circles around the coffee table and couch for at least another 10 minutes. After that is done, he goes and flops on his bed and makes repeated pitiful sighs.

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    Megan November 5, 2012 at 11:16 am #

    Oh dear lord. PLEASE tell me I’m not going to spend the rest of the day with the badger badger badger MUSHROOM song going through my head.

    I’m doomed.

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    Heather November 5, 2012 at 11:27 am #

    I wish Licorice could come on a field trip to visit me ;-)

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    Arnebya November 5, 2012 at 11:36 am #

    I used to know that type of exhaustion — the kind that comes from adorableness. Somewhere along the line, I done losted it. But I’m glad Monkey and Licorice seem to have a foothold on theirs.

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    Karen November 5, 2012 at 11:43 am #

    I have the opposite dog. He thinks riding in the car is THE best thing ever, but wants absolutely nothing to do with walks. Or people.

    Come to think of it…that’s pretty much how I feel.

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    elz November 5, 2012 at 12:08 pm #

    PLEASE tell me part of his report included information on the Honey Badger, with the tagline “Just don’t care.”

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    bryan November 5, 2012 at 12:30 pm #

    No, Megan. You are not. A SNAKE A SNAKE!

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    JennyA November 5, 2012 at 1:55 pm #

    Megan and Bryan — y’all beat me to it. Ooooohhhhhh SNNNNNAAAAAKE

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    ali November 5, 2012 at 2:56 pm #

    Please tell me you have introduced monkey to the “honey badger don’t care” meme! A word of caution: some of them can be a bit, uh, salty.

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    Jeanie November 5, 2012 at 5:21 pm #

    I always enjoy a Licorice post!

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    Rocky Mountain Woman November 5, 2012 at 5:32 pm #

    Tell Monkey that I have a badger that lives in the drain pipe at the end of my road, and it is the meanest, scariest critter I have ever seen! I would try and get a picture of it for him, but I’m actually scared to death of it…

    xxoo,

    RMW

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    Angela November 5, 2012 at 6:17 pm #

    That was the best video ever! My dog Ginger, who looks like Licorice but in white, loved it, too. I just showed it to her on my iPhone and she was looking above, below, behind and all around the phone, trying to figure out where that doggy was! Dogs are awesome.

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    Katie in MA November 6, 2012 at 12:36 pm #

    It’s a fact: being adorable on demand IS exhausting. ;-)

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    Ellen November 6, 2012 at 6:08 pm #

    If you are ok with Monkey hearing the f-word (I used to say: we are hearing it in this context and it is funny, but not ok for us to use), you must, I repeat MUST see the you tube honey badger video. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo funny.

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    Amethyst November 10, 2012 at 5:37 pm #

    Hah, I enjoyed reading that and can totally relate to the carstress, for one of my dogs that is. He does the drool thing too. The other two LOVE the car, I have to take care that they don’t jump into random cars just because the boot is left open…

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