When I left you, the PdP had (first) said she was going to give Sophia (my dog) away, and (secondly) said she was going to sell her, but did I ever hear anything about the word STEAL? Nope – not until today! I heard her shrieky, ‘fingernails-down-the-chalkboard’-like voice and, for the first time in my life, I felt a shiver down my spine. I thought people just wrote that in books, or said that in movies…but I can tell you, it happens in real life when you are upset enough. It doesn’t help that I heard this in the middle of the Italy vs Czech Republic World Cup game, where there was little chance of me making a clean get-away.
Once again, she had at least one of the kids she babysits with her…well, let’s skip forward a few hours. I go for a walk and during my walk, I see the PdP, a man, and the three kids on the PdP’s balcony playing with Sophia. The PdP sees me looking at her (through the trees where I was trying to spy) and doesn’t wave or smile. I return the (dis)gesture. I continue my walk around and see that the group is actually washing Sophia. It isn’t that I don’t appreciate a helping hand, but something isn’t right about this. I mean, why would a grown man drive from downtown Catanzaro-about 20 minutes away-to help his nanny wash her neighbor’s dog? hmm … .
Well, I try to prod information from Peppe’s dad, to see if he had given her permission to take Sophia, but the communication was difficult. I had too many of my own thoughts rushing in my head (that F*^*ing BI#$*, what the F*@* is she doing, agwwww!!!!) to really understand what he was telling me in Italian. I even woke up Peppe really early before he had to go to work, to make sure they weren’t giving Sophia away.
Well, after dinner, I went downstairs to look for her. I called her and heard her whining. I looked and looked for her, and tried to follow her sound, but I couldn’t see her. Finally, with the light from the moon behind her, I saw her run up PdP’s stairs. “Sophia!” I said and ran toward to her. She ran down the stairs. We met in the middle – with a LOCKED fence between us!
I shook the fence but it wouldn’t come unlocked. Peppe had walked out (because he was scared of impending confrontation) and I asked him to bring me the key to the fence. (PdP rents from Peppe’s family, so I knew they had a key to her yard, as his dad had used it a few weeks ago.) He brought the key, with Sophia jumping, whining, and licking my fingers through the fence. She even tried to dig a hole through the concrete, poor baby. Well, guess what?? The LOCK had been CHANGED! Peppe didn’t have the right key anymore to open the fence. I have never been a confrontational person, and I have never ever hit anyone, but Mamma Mia – I don’t know if I could have controlled myself if she had walked out of her house right then.
I am quite sure she heard us, as I was not quietly expressing my opinions of her. (Of course, I was speaking English, so maybe I am not that confrontational after all!) Luckily for me, I have a pretty tall boyfriend and a puppy who can jump. So, Sophia jumped a little, Peppe leaned over the fence a little, and voila – my baby was free!
She knows where she lives, because after giving us kisses and hugs, she made a beeline for our house. As my dad pointed out when I told him the latest today, Sophia is smarter than the PdP. Sophia knows she has a home .
Also, Dad said maybe someone should tell the PdP that for Texans, messing with their pets (dogs, cats and horses included) is serious business. We were trying to figure out exactly what someone could be thinking by taking someone’s dog, washing it and then locking it up inside their own yard … what do you think?
(If you are a man reading this I apologize) but what the hell is wrong with men??? Peppe said, “Maybe she was being nice by washing Sophia and then she accidentally locked her inside her yard.”
Are you freaking kidding me?
Ladies out there – do you have problems like this with the men in your lives? Or men, if you are there, WHY?