Kiraly of the Streets: PART DEUX

Was there ever a “Kiraly of the Streets PART ONE?” For lack of anything else to write about right now, I have decided to name and characterize the most unique of personalities on Kölcsey ut. (aka my street).

Also, it is an attempt to turn a frustrating situation into that of a humorous one. I’m gonna go ahead and turn my face to the sun in an optimistic gesture and admit that I’d like to remember the canine encounters here in Szerencs.

Here are the stars:

1) The Abominable Snowdog.
This guy is absolutely massive, yet gentle. He (could be a she) is the size of a small white bear and sticks his huge head through the bars of his Hungarian home. His hobbies include laying in a huge pile on his side in the grass and using his tenor sounding bark only rarely. Not often, but when he does bark, the other dogs know he means business.

2) Happy.
This yellow colored dog makes me smile, because he is the only dog I know that actually smiles back at you. He gets extremely excited when you walk up to his gate, with wagging tail, sparkly eyes, and ears perked.

3) Dog Diva In Training.
This dog is almost my neighbor…and couldn’t be a worse neighbor. He violates all sound regulations of a small town road by sending the chickens and geese across the street into a feathered flurry. His bark is the only one I can immediately identify. It’s almost a hoarse panicked screeching bark…makes me wonder if this one is craving attention. He has sent me into cardiac arrest a number of times with his sudden high-pitched siren bark.

4) The Twins.
Orangie and Blackie. They are the same breed of dog, only different colors. They live across the street and they are the first living beings I usually see in the morning. They turn their heads at the same time, turn around at the same time, walk back and forth at the same time, and bark at the same time. They can’t do anything without the other! Maybe they even relieve themselves together? They must be girls.

5) And then….drumroll…..there’s Cujo.
The German Sheperd of Death. This one was so adamant on me not passing through his territory that he snarled at my heels for several minutes one morning. Ever since, I have not dared to walk the same block of my street again. The other day, I was forced to walk it and I was a little nervous as I haven’t done so in many months. I was greeted by Cujo with a muzzle (what the hell happened to get him a muzzle?) However, he wasn’t interested in me, but in the Skoda that was sliding down the unplowed street. He ran in front of the car, foaming and growling at its tires. Much to my amazement, he did this for several minutes. I guess I wasn’t challenge enough.

The above are just a handful of Szerencs royal canine personalities. On the upside, I can laugh about them now (whereas before, I wanted to go outside and kick them so I could go to sleep (sorry dog-lovers!)) They’re tough…so tough that they sit outside even in the worst of this week’s blizzard.