Slice of Life 7/31

        Tintin, my dog, lays casually on the ground. He doesn't know that in a matter of minutes, he will experience a type of mental stimulation that makes use believe that he needs drugs. My dad's friend and his twenty-year-old son are coming visit us, but we consider them a type of family because they are really nice. I hear the car door slam, which causes Tintin's ears to perk up a bit, but not enough to have him get up from his lounge. It amuses me, because  I know what he will be like in some time, and I can't believe he can go from this to that.
        I hear their footsteps coming up to the door, my dad with them and greeting his old friend from college and his son. Tintin gets up. He can smell them. He is a really lean and skinny dog with shiny black hair and a little white spot on his chest. He stands in a heroic pose, the frame of a confident and alarmed dog. My dad starts to unlock the house, the first bark come out of Tintin's vocal chords. I hear the door knob turn and the door slowly sing open. Waiting just inside of the house is a creature who you would not really like to see when walking into the house, but my 'uncle' and his son see just that creature, which is Tintin.
        A huge eruption of familiar barks comes from our dog, who is soon going crazy, running and jumping in and around the house. Our visitors are startled by the dog, even after warning, because he is so persistent, but will then suddenly stop. After he gets his treat to calm him down, he will sit there, and out of the blue seem to forget about the new people and start his routine of barking and running around in circles. I keep thinking, it is amazing the mood swings he can have.
        Oh dogs. You have to love them.