I will digress, somewhat, for amusement’s sake.
I work from home.
I can go a week or two with never speaking to a human. While I understand Dog better, it would be
nice to have a conversation with an adult.
So every few days, I head to the grocery store or the pet
food store or the hardware store.
Humans? Me, who
never chatted with a stranger, I talk to everyone.
Every time I come home, the same sniff down and prancing
and howling. So I stand still, let them
know, where I have been, who I have seen.
Oh God, ohgod, ogod, mommy home.
Gad, they’re funny.
Well, coming home coincides with feeding kitty time, so I
walk down the hall to get Smoke’s bowl and I am, every day, rear-ended by Dee,
charging down the runner behind me. Bonk. She won’t go past the runner, so I have a
safe zone. Bring out the bowl, Dee on my
heels. Take a new bowl back, another
rear-end collision. I know dogs do goose
but she tailgates terribly!
While Dee and I perform this routine, Craigie is playing
honky percussion in the living room.
Rump in the air, he’s attacking a Honktapus (octopus that honks and
squeaks), Honky turtle (of the same make as the honktapus) and the Lobstah
(honk and squeak). Never breaks a
honk. Tail wagging, happy as all get
out.
75+ pounds, flopping around and pouncing. Hilarious!
Some days, you look at silliness and think, wow, I’m a
lucky person…
I won’t even address the screaming monkey toy… Damn…
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