Cross-Eyed Cats and Smelly Schnauzers
One afternoon as we returned to the house after a long hike — punctuated by several periods of hot and heavy, er, nature appreciation — we were greeted by the owners. As one of them commented on our flushed and healthy complexions, their dog bolted toward us from the living room. He made a beeline for my husband, jumped up and started enthusiastically sniffing and licking him. My husband mumbled an explanation which to this day makes me laugh out loud EVERY time I think of it.
“Uh, I think he smells my schnauzer…”
{In case there’s any confusion, he was referring to his parents’ dog.}
I fled from the room but I’m sure they could hear my hysterical laughter from our room upstairs.
As if the trouser schnauzer incident wasn’t bad enough, here’s what happened on our next (and final*) visit…
The B&B owners also had a Siamese cat. We quietly referred to her as Barbara, since we both agreed she was Barbra Streisand’s feline doppelganger.
As we sat at the table waiting for our breakfast, we were entertained by the cat who was sleeping on top of the TV. She kept rolling over, nearly falling off and startling herself awake. At one point she started sliding down the back of the TV without waking up.
“Barbara!” my husband yelled. “BARBARA! WAKE UP!!”
At that moment, the B&B lady stuck her head out from the kitchen looking quite annoyed and said, “Yes? Can I help you?”
Oh god…Barb. Her name was Barb, short for Barbara and she thought we were yelling at her, impatient for our scrambled eggs and toast! My husband yelled for her to “Wake up”” LOLOL!
There was no point explaining that we were referring to her cat, Barbra Streisand. Again, I had to leave the room so I could laugh my head off in private…
Now we only stay in hotels.
*Shortly after our last visit, the B&B closed. I’m sure it had nothing to do with us.
