Today Lomax turned 14 months old, so I took him to see a matinee at my favorite movie theater. It was a nice respite from the ridiculous heat we’re experiencing right now in Southern California (Accursed Santa Ana winds! I want to wear my turtlenecks!), which has brought on a response from Lomax’s Emergency Hair Shedding System. He’s like one of those cactus plants that shoot their needles at you if you get too close.
We got there early and took a seat, called my roommate to brag about what a good theater patron Lomax is, and fielded a few questions from the nice family sitting next to us. My favorite, from the little girl:
“Your dog is very cute! I’ve never seen a dog at the movies before. What if it’s scary? Will he be scared?”
I told her that Lomax is very brave.
This theater has plenty of space between rows, so he was nice and comfy. The stadium seating allowed him to peek between the chairs in front of us whenever he wanted to lift his head and see something. He slept through much of Harry Potter, but he was quite interested in one particular preview shown before the film. I saw what was coming and looked carefully for his response…still in a “down/stay” position, but ears up, brow wrinkly, eyes bright, and tail wagging subtly.
Sure enough, it was a preview for the almost-certain-to-be-beyond-lame Tim Allen remake of The Shaggy Dog, complete with requisite “Who Let the Dogs Out?” soundtrack. I told him we could rent that one, but I’m not paying ten bucks to see it.