Saturday is movie night at Chez Poodle, and tonight we’re watching Disney’s The Secret Life of Pets. In case you haven’t seen it yet, it’s a horror flick about adorable little dogs who get left at home, alone (remember that movie?!) while their enablers owners go off to work. A dog-catcher is involved.
Movie night is special because on that one night of the week, John and I can remove the furniture covers, wire fences, and barricades in our very nice living room since we’ll be there for a few hours to interrupt any ideas Nutty and LouLou have about leaving indelible marks claiming the territory as theirs. Nutmeg is allowed to sit between us on the sofa until she squirms or breathes too much.
I should have prescreened the movie—it clearly reminds Nut (and me) of her time on the streets. I must close my eyes and plug my ears during some scenes, but not Nut—she barks back. Disney on the screen and Wonder Woman next to us on the couch! She’s fearless, emboldened, snarling at the bullies and the dog-catcher! Her super powers are unleashed…because we’re sitting right there eating popcorn.
Then the movie ends. Nutty is afraid the yard monsters will get her, so I must lift the flap of the doggy door and hold it open while she goes out to be a “good dog.” I bet Wonder Woman doesn’t have a door man. I bet Wonder Woman fluffs up her own bed, too, and doesn’t snore like Nutmeg. After that movie I know more about the secret life of dogs. Or at least what goes on in Nutmeg’s head.