Say good morning to Mr. Stuart Little, one of Max’s best friends in the K Streets.
Stuart is a 10 year-old Pomeranian- Dachshund mix, a fluffy little guy who has the calmest personality I’ve ever seen.
He’s very laid back, a cool character who doesn’t much engage in dog play or the usual chase me – chase you antics of the K Street canines.
We’ve never heard Stu bark. He’s not intimidated by big dogs at all. He likes people but doesn’t fawn over them.
Basically, Stuart is a self-contained and reserved Fluff Pup. A dog of dignity, if of limited physical stature.
Mr. Little is a gentleman pooch who likes to hang out in the condo lobby and greet other pups as they depart for neighborhood strolls. He’s also tri-lingual: English, Japanese and, well, Dog of course.
Stu’s a picky eater and will often decline a dog treat that would have Max slobbering on the furniture.
For reasons probably best left unexplored, Max likes to try and hump Stuart. This is confusing and mildly disturbing to all of us since Stuart is intact and male and Max is neutered and male.
Stuart doesn’t really object to Max’s advances. He just waddles off. As I said, this is one laid back Pupsicle.
The ineffective canine mounting ritual is probably some form of dominance behavior although Max is so mild mannered, even timid, that he cannot dominate a stuffed squeak toy.
Maybe Max is just jealous that Stuart swings and sways as he walks, if you know what I mean and I think you do.
I picture Stuart asking Max in dog language, “How they hanging, Max?” and Max just lowering his head and shuffling away muttering under his dog breath, “Laugh now. But I’ll hump you tomorrow in the condo lobby in front of everyone.”
When making his morning constitutional and afternoon rounds, Stu circles the block once, never less and never more. His tiny legs are not built for long distance exploration of the urban scene within the K Streets.
Max likes to venture further afield which leads us to occasional discoveries of the unique and unusual.
Take for example, this cartoon character from a local children’s store. It’s hard to know what to make of this guy.
Is he perhaps a rabbit-pig plumber who has been hitting the No-Doz a little too hard?
I’m not sure what he is but the shop next door, an Asian video exchange, suggests that the answer to this and all other questions may be “Unfair”.
There’s a certain Zen-like accuracy to that statement.
Every time I see this poster I pronounce the title in the whiniest, most grating and nasal voice I can manage, usually in the format “but…but…but…it’s so…Unfair!”
Folks look at me like I am insane but it feels so good to get my whine on.
Max doesn’t dwell on these things. He maintains his focus on the prize, which today is in the form of fish treats from his favorite person in all the K Streets – Uncle Fish!
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