Kramer’s Korner

Hello all you folks out there in Kramerland. Hope all is well with you. I’m doing OK. Life has kind of fallen into a routine, and I like that. I don’t care for a lot of surprises unless of course, I created them. I’ve noticed that not much happens around here unless I am involved, or more correctly, because I am involved.

Well, I had my play date with Echo (now Evan) last Sunday. He’s a nice little guy, but it doesn’t appear he needs me any more because he growled at me, three times, so I gave him some space. Life is to short etc, etc. Maybe he’s still mad because I left without him, or he just could be being protective of his new Mom who loves him very much. I think he has bonded with her like I have um, you know, like, well, kind of let Bob grow on me. He does have a barking problem, (Evan, not Bob) but hey, he is a Pom. That often comes with the package. I know his Mom is very worried about that and will do anything to control it. We will stay in touch and see what happens.

I did have a couple of interesting experiences recently and, ironically, they both involved water. The first was when Bob, while on the way home one day, decided to get the car washed, with me in it. He said not to worry. A lot of noise and water spraying on the car. A piece of cake. (Note: I’ve noticed when he uses that phrase that I may need to worry a little. All is not as it seems). Anyway, we pull into this garage looking thing and all of a sudden there are soapsuds and water flying everywhere, and noise and this big thing starts coming at us and, I swear, it was looking right at me. It came from the front and the sides and beat on the roof, but surprisingly, I didn’t get wet. It took all of my fortitude to man up, but there was nothing I could do but sit there since I was strapped into my seat. Somehow I survived, and I was not sorry to leave. Then Bob says, “see, didn’t I tell you”? I just gave him the old “sometimes I worry about you” look.

Then last week, we were coming home from the pub when Bob decided to stop at the grocery store to pick up a couple of things to make dinner. When he does this, he leaves me in the car, strapped in my booster seat and puts all the windows down a little so I can get fresh air and the car doesn’t get too hot. Normally this is a nothing occurrence, but this time, while he was gone, it started to rain. Hard. Torrentially hard. Right in my window. And there I sat, a victim of my own circumstances, getting soaked. I desperately stared out my window at the store, mentally willing Bob to come back. When he did, I didn’t know if I was happier to see him then I was mad at what happened. He ran to the car and jumped in, putting up the windows quickly. Then he did an unforgivable thing. He looked at me and started laughing. You know. The real ‘hey, look at you’ kind. I didn’t appreciate it and was actually initially offended, until I looked at him and he was soaked too. So I also laughed. Yes, dogs laugh. You just don’t know it because we do it quietly. I’m sure you have seen some of us smile though. When we got home, Bob wrapped me in a towel and fluffed me all over. Man, I love that. Almost made it worth it. I said almost.

Well, I guess that’s about it for this time. Keep a smile on your face and a treat in your pocket. And remember, all you still homeless buddies out there, keep the faith. It will happen for you too.

This is your favorite Pek, signing off.

Regards,

Kramer





About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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1 Response to Kramer’s Korner

  1. scifihammy says:

    Wow! Quite a week of it little Kramer! I’m glad you survived all that water! 😀

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