Koo Koo Ka Choo Mrs. Peterson

New entry in the salad blog, it’s been a busy week, so we were a little lax, but we’re back! So check it!

I finished reading The Emperor of Ocean Park. If you like legal thrillers, this is a great one. I read it while I was walking, which is a sure sign that it’s addictive. As I’ve said before, I’m a clumsy girl; it takes a lot for me not to pay attention to walking. Very good.

So in the continuing saga of our own personal Armistead Maupin condo building, our downstairs neighbor is trying to steal our dog.

Lemme ‘splain.

Mrs. Peterson (that’s how we first learned her name, that’s what everyone calls her as far as I can tell) lives one floor down and under the other apartment. She’s older, widowed, and I think has some kind of vision problem. I’m sure that Mr. Peterson is haunting us, not in a bad way, but just little things…locked doors when they weren’t locked before, pennies in strange places, that kind of thing. Our condo building must have been awesome before Mr. Peterson passed, because there are remnants of all kinds of things that I believe he left behind. There’s probably about 5 workout machines in the basement, none of which work, but there are mats, jump ropes…the machines, a non-working TV…there even looks like a space where a hot tub might have been one day.

But Mrs. Peterson is now alone, except for her “help” (Wing Lee, I might have mentioned her before, a small sprite of a girl who spastically waves to Remo and shoves her hands in his face when she sees him) and for her dog Prince. Prince was a little cocker spaniel I think, old…I think twelve. He was not the nicest dog, and Remo had fun annoying him in the backyard.

Mrs. Peterson scares us a little bit, as she is the one who pretties up the garden in the back, we were a little worried she wouldn’t like our dog and wouldn’t let him run around our spacious backyard. Although Remo is quite respectful, not a digger or anything.

So anyway, Mrs. Peterson ends up loving Remo so we’re good to go.

But over Memorial Day, the same weekend Remo got in his accident, Mrs. Peterson’s Prince was let out into the alley and he was killed by a car. It was very upsetting and it was Shing Tai that it happened to, poor girl. Prince was old, but it was devastating none the less.

I talked to Mrs. Peterson, told her how sorry I was about Prince and she said that she wanted to do some traveling, but as soon as she got back she would get another dog.

But Mrs. Peterson has attached herself to Remo in a mildly disturbing way! Now every time we take Remo out back for a walk, she is there, saying “REMO REMO REMO REMO” and screwing up his tricks because she does them differently than we do. She gives him all kinds of treats every time, so now Remo always waits at her door. He’s no dummy. And she lets Remo inside, while we stand outside looking stupid, it is apparent the invitation to go inside is not to us.

Well the other day, Mrs. Peterson tells me (after she asks about Remo of course) that we should give her a key so she can go get Remo during the day so he can keep her company.

!!!!

I just kind of mumbled at her and said “maybe”, but um….no?

Poor Mrs. Peterson. She must be quite lonely in that apartment, no Prince, no Mr. Peterson, only Ling Wi to keep her company.

I’ll be happy for her when she finally gets a puppy. And happy for Remo. And happy for Prince. We could use a little pup around the place. Fast. Before Mrs. Peterson starts leaving dead bunnies in our crock pots.