Well, as I sat at Caribou Coffee this afternoon, enjoying the chilly weather and sipping on a chai tea latte, a little clan of yip-yip dogs came with their owners (withholding judgement on said owners. This post is for the dogs) to the table next to mine. Maggie, Bugsy, and Butch... or something like that. Not only were they eerily small and frantic, they...okay, sorry. Have to judge the owners after all. They, though sporadically on retractable leashes, they were allowed to wander all throughout the enclosed area (read: under my table). The owners paused in their deep conversations about US Weekly, their tragic love lives, et al to share the fine bloodline of the mutts ("part chihuahua, part yorkie.") They yip-yipped/screamed at every dog that walked by (and Shirlington has a ton of dogs), then were "reprimanded" (told in a soothing, laughing voice to please stop). Then I overheard a girl giggle, "look! Butch is barking for a treat!" and then a barking game commenced to both point out passing dogs as well as get treats.... so there was no end to the madness....thus I left.
Yip-yip dogs at the table next to you is like a smoker at the table next to you. Unhealthy. Annoying. Clogs the senses.
The end. Rant over.
*Liminal: of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition. In between. Transitional. This is one of the few things I remember from college: Intro to Folklore. Professor: Tom Green. He sounded like Jack Nicholson. One of my favorite classes. Flying squirrels are liminal creatures. They freak out some people groups. Is it a rat? Is it a squirrel? Is it a bat? Is it Satan? Yes.