Mama loves all dogs, period. So today, whilst she was pounding out her two mile, once again comes Pookie, the Pomeranian, in full Ragtime blah blah mode. But something strikes Mama as different, so she of course stops and says:
Mama: (Fondly) Get out of the street you little shit. You’re not listening to me!
Pookie: Acoustical salvos, but has a different expression on her face, like hey, I’ll walk with you.
Mama: Pookie, you’re not listening. Get back in your yard young lady.
Pookie: LIsten, I could be a lot of fun !
At this point, the Owner comes out, talking on cellphone, and says to whomever he is talking to, ” It’s just Pookie and some walker”. Pookie is angling towards Mama in a very friendly manner, gets scooped up by owner, still firing auditory salvos, but has pasted on her sweetest smile.
Mama pounds on and soon, is surrounded by a flock of Geese and their wee ones. They let her walk right through, without any chasing or pecking. Mama is going….dang…Noah’s Ark is around somewhere.
We now proceed to my walk, which has none of the excitement of Mama’s, however it is still nice outside and lots to pee on and mark. Fred, my little 5 year old boy pal down the street rushes to pet me. By now it is 7:30 AM, 15 minutes past our target time of getting finished up before it gets really hot. We get home and dang, we’ve had it…..I go to my water bowl, Mama goes to the water bottles. Time for Charlie Rose !
If Mama comes home with Pookie and a Goose, I will not be surprised In the least. Later tonight, Mama’s beloved nephew calls to say there is a wee one on the way……can I come to the beach with Mama in August and meet all the great nieces and nephews? Mama says, Sweetie, your Dad is not a dog fan, I will board him. My hooman nephew says, Michele, bring the dog. Dad will forget he’s here……. (his Dad has early Altzheimer’s onset.) As horrible as this is, they have a big chuckle….so I guess Mama will be packing my bags again……Road Trip…..love it!