I have custody of The Kid while my folks are off to New England for the rest of the month. I was really looking forward to having him in the city, taking him to park, The Farmer’s Market, etc., but in the past three years, while he was in Korea, his neurosis have heightened. His late father was such a solid individual, headstrong. gregarious, secure - like his namesake General MacArthur - but I guess mother’s genes are dominant (she was a lovely Filipina Forbes Park Princessa from a family with colorful, to the say the least, bloodlines and history). The Kid really is such an appealing, rugged looking (I'm not kidding- he ain't frou) Standard Poodle - the large kind - and every one wants to touch him. And he is sweet.
But he spooks easily and its embarrassing. It’s kind of like a canine Tourette’s Syndrome.
This weekend I had people coming up to him saying “what a handsome dog”. He had his muzzle on and I do warn that he is a bit skittish. He’s nice and friendly but when some one or something makes a sudden move (i.e, the grating of metal chair outdoors at Starbucks), he leaps and lunges and starts clacking his teeth uncontrabley.
I got a lot of “What the FUCK was that!?!”
He’s also always had yayas, cooks, assorted staff and people he trusts around him all the time, growing up in The Palace as such. The Kid is so clingy – he won’t even let me go to the bathroom alone, he'll scratch at the door - and I’m too afraid he’ll have a heart attack if I leave him in the City House alone all day while I'm at work.
Also, the Crackhead Family’s pit bull next door wants blood every time he sees The Kid.
So after a weekend in the city, a somewhat and disappointingly failed experiment, we went back to the more familiar Country House last night and we’ll be staying there together all week. So spoiled…
The Kid seriously needs meds.
Posted are pics from his modeling days.