The Crazy Animal Lady of the Westside
“Mira la loca.” Yeah, lady, I know what you’re saying. I speak enough Spanish to know when someone is calling me a crazy loon.
But the crows are my friends. They LOVE dog treats. Can I help it if they love treats so much that now they wait for me every morning and caw if I don’t come out to feed them?
And can I help it if they told two friends, and those crows told two friends, and dang, crows are large birds, so a few crows looks like A WHOLE BUNCH of crows.
They are so smart and funny though, hopping around the driveway, looking down at things with one eye, head cocked. I have to love them.
Then there are the dogs. Yes, I know all the dogs in the neighborhood, but I don’t always recognize their owners. What can I say? The dogs are cuter.
This morning, Abbie Lynn took me on a different walk. We crossed a parking lot where two dogs were YELLING, just barking their fool heads off at anyone who passed. Then they saw me and began to wag. Their ears went down in that happy way. Their eyes squinted with anticipation. They were my friends, Lobo and Bobo, from up the street. They usually get treats from me every day in their yard. Today they were going to work with their dad, and here I was to give them treats in their pickup truck bed!
Lucky dogs. Treats appear like magic when dogs are good.
Mira la loca. There she goes again.
Lobo is the big one. Bobo is the little guy.