Hello again to all you addicted followers. Kramer, back with a little more wit and wisdom for your reading enjoyment. As you can see, Bob bought me a new tee shirt. I really like it and here’s why. Since I am the one wearing it, it confirms what I have been saying all along. I’m the one that saved him. Facts don’t lie. Case closed.
Boy, didn’t it rain. Seems like most days we get at least a shower if not a downpour. Fortunately, Sophie and I are not afraid of going out in a storm. Well, in a rain storm. Sophie is afraid of thunder. But I think Bob is afraid he will melt if he gets wet. If it’s raining, he is very reluctant to take us out, and if he does, he is quick to encourage rapid responses from us if you know what I mean. It seems a little unfair, since he doesn’t have to go out if it’s raining. Nope, he goes, so to speak, whenever he wants. He doesn’t have to ask anyone, or wait for someone to open a door. It’s kind of condescending really.
Speaking of Bob, two weeks ago, he was walking around here looking like he had just discovered nuclear fusion. Actually, he had fixed a push mower that hadn’t run for two years, and he did it by himself. I’ll have to say I thought we were looking at an exercise in futility, but somehow, he succeeded. But, here’s the thing. Since it quit, he has bought a riding mower, so the only time he uses the push mower is to do an embankment and, he has been doing that with a weed eater. So, after the victory lap I thought, isn’t this much adieu about, well, not much? It’s like me building a doghouse. It looks good, but I’m probably not going to use it.
I met a little girl the other day. She is about 7 and was walking with her mom and dog Happy. I had met her Mom before and as expected, she was impressed. So when she brought her daughter and said “that’s Kramer, the dog I was telling you about”, the little girl immediately succumbed to my obvious charms and swooned all over me. “Oh, he’s so cute” she said. “I love him” she said. “Can we get one of these” she said? Now, I’m kind of used to petting and fawning, but I have to say, I was slightly taken aback by being called “one of these”, but I refrained from challenging the inference, right after she hugged me.
While we are on the subject, let’s talk about this “cute” thing. Cute is for puppies and kittens and maybe bunnies. It is not for full grown dogs, regardless of size. I didn’t ask to be short or attractive. I was not given a choice as to how I was going to look. I am just fortunate I turned out as good looking as I am and with a captivating personality to boot. So, in the future, I would prefer to be called “handsome” or “attractive” or even “dashing”. It won’t be easy since old habits die hard, but do your best.
One day a week ago, while Bob and I were chilling on the porch, we were greeted by some surprise guests. A family of wild turkeys paid us a visit. There were about seven of them and some, given there size, were obviously ‘the kids’. No, I didn’t chase them. We just kind of checked each other out. I enjoy sharing our neighborhood with all the residents. A couple of days later, our next door neighbor showed us a picture that he had just snapped in his back yard of two deer. It just doesn’t get any better then this. Life in the slow lane.
Well, time to toddle along. It’s been great talking with you again. Til next time, keep a smile on your face and a treat in your pocket. And a shout out to my still homeless friends. Adoptions have been doing pretty well, so your turn is coming. Trust me.