Lacey went to Honfest this weekend, and came home with a beehive hairdo and a bust of Elvis that she picked up in one of the shops. The latter is real subject of this post. It is extremely kitschy, so it naturally got a place of honor in the living room. It is ceramic, but is for some reason painted light brown- so it looks sort of like someone was trying to make it look wooden.
Anyway! Hans is so scared of this thing. We don't get it. The bust was just sitting on the table behind the couch, and all of a sudden, Hans started barking and whining at it. Sharif picked it up and held it out for him to sniff, and Hans wouldn't come near it. If the bust was moved closer, Hans would back away, tail between his legs. He eventually retreated into his kennel. We placed the bust on the floor, in sight of the kennel, but not very close, and Hans would not move as long as it was there.
Now, Hans loves kisses. If there are kisses going on in the room, he feels that he should be a part of it. If Sharif comes home and gives me a kiss hello, Hans immediately has his face between ours. Except the other night. Not even kisses would convince him to come out of the kennel as long as Elvis was around. He got alert, and looked like he was longing to come out, but he was unable to.
We took down the gate from the stairs and put Elvis on the bottom step. Hans came out of the kennel and was acting normally, but he completely avoided the staircase. Lacey was up there, and he'd normally be up there with her as soon as he had the opportunity, but not when Elvis was guarding the way.
Lacey is scandalized.