[su_heading]Encountering Elle Macpherson in Aspen, Again[/su_heading]
Muki is the first girl who has not melted from Baddy’s charm and good looks and believe me he is pouring it on with her, doing what he can to win her over. Perhaps we should have named her Jennifer, the name for many of his past admirers.
How fascinating it is to bring an animal into our lives and rediscover the world of instincts. What I also find strangely fascinating is dog people. You see, I have never been much of a dog lover. Occasionally, an independent Malamute or long haired German Shepard has reached his way into my heart but in general I find dogs to be annoying. So in all of my past interactions with “dog people” I have had to feign interest in our dog conversation where they liken their “children” to my boys.
I have tried to relate by telling them that my oldest son is a dog but they usually look at me like I am the one who is crazy. Just the other day Baddy got upset when Thumper got into Muki’s crate, “That’s Muki’s place of privacy,” he said commanding Thumper out. “Really?” I wanted to say, mimicking Thumper’s reaction to anything ridiculous.
What would get to me the most was when I had babies and “dog people” would pass right by my incredibly adorable, chubby and cooing babies to comment on some mutt sitting nearby.
I had a business meeting with a super cool website designer and when he arrived, Muki was sitting on my lap afraid of the other dogs around us. “What’s up with the dog?” he asked me concerned. Lest I appear like a helicopter “doggy” parent I put Muki down.
Muki and I have been hiking up Smuggler Mountain during rush hour dog traffic to get her better socialized and to nip that protective instinct in the bud. We have become very well known over there and people are marking our progress with great encouragement. “You did it,” they exclaim after they walk by Muki who is no longer snarling threatenly to their sweet, innocent dogs.
We were enjoying the view on the platform of Smuggler when a big, black, wolf-like dog approached and Muki began her growl. I was doing my dog whispering thing when Elle Macpherson came up from behind.
Last time I ran into Elle I was trying to tame my flyaways in the bathroom at the Sundeck when this tall, olive skinned woman with very long, gorgeous straight thick hair walked in, dressed in a white ski suit with red racing stripes. My friend and I tried not to stand there with our mouths agape. When I turned to leave she said hello to me very enthusiastically.
I said hi back stunned that she remembered me. “It was great to chat with you the other night at that dinner party in Aspen,” she said and I corrected her and told her that she must have me mistaken for somebody else and that I actually knew her from a Victoria’s Secret Catalogue shoot I worked on with her in Aspen. “Oh, sorry” she said losing immediate interest and walking out.
This time I didn’t bother to bring up the fact that we knew each other. I explained that I was trying to socialize Muki. “Just love her. Without the treats,” she said, with her bandana wrapped around her head and long braids that must have been her “Colorado look”. I wanted to say, “It’s all about the love baby. Peace out,” but I kept quiet.
Of course I know that Elle couldn’t be more right. Muki needs love and we are pouring it on. When Tucker and I put her into her crate the other night he looked at me with his big sea green eyes and soft cheeks and said, “Mommy, shall we sing her a lullabye?” and my heart melted as he sang her to sleep in a soft, high tone, “We love you Muki. Go to sleep little Muki.”
Doing 24/7 research on dogs is helping me to become more dog-minded but I think it will take me a long time before I relish a dog lick as much as a kiss from my boys. In the meantime, Muki and I will continue to work with our support group on Smuggler and slowly I might transform into a “dog person,” but the truth is that I don’t think I have it in me.