DICK SAYS: Poor Teddy started going crazy last week, flying around the main room of the apartment as if his life was in immediate danger. We couldn’t figure out what it was at first? The red hat that drives him to distraction whenever its within 10 feet of him and provokes a display of aggression that's simultaneously funny and just a little bit frightening? Some pigeons flying up to the roof of the building next door? (That always gets him going.) The monumentally offensive green plastic bottle cap that had been the focus of all his energy just seconds before? It was a muddle.
Then, gazing up at the sky at the sound of helicopter rotors overhead, I realized what set him off. The Russian president was in Paris and, as is the habit of the security people, a hovering helicopter had been keeping track of his every step. Poor Teddy probably thought it was a big, yellow bird of prey sizing him up and getting ready to strike. So I bundled him into the cage and covered it. And his crazed behavior stopped immediately.
Well, almost immediately. My guess is that the big, yellow bird has been imprinted on his addled brain forever.
Here’s hoping the next visiting dignitary keeps it short.
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