Food for thought
July 12th 2009 03:19
Two dogs are asleep on a sofa. The compact black one is called Daisy, and the large brindle is named Scratchy.
It's a large sofa but big Scratchy is squeezed into a corner while Daisy is stretched out luxuriously. She dominates sofa real estate as efficiently and resolutely as she dominates Scratchy in all things. When it comes to pack pecking order, Scratchy is bottom and daylight is second-bottom.
Both dogs are greyhounds, meaning they sleep deeply. You can have a party, play the bagpipes or demolish the house and they will not stir. The only thing which will disturb a sleeping greyhound is a careless human who allows the word "walk" to flit across her mind.
My wife was guilty of such carelessness this morning. The thought which actually entered her mind was, "It must be time to head out for our Sunday morning walk."
The W word had barely been manifested as a thought when the heads of both dogs lifted from the sofa. There were instantly awake and alert.
Scratchy: I heard Little Boss think walk.
Daisy: Yup.
Scratchy: I was just dreaming about going for a walk.
Daisy: I didn't know you dreamed about things other than food.
Scratchy: That's so unkind. Hey, if she's going for a walk, and if Big Boss is going with her, they'll put us outside.
Daisy: Your powers of logic and reasoning never cease to thrill and astound. How would I tread the paths of life without the illumination of your radiant guidance?
Scratchy: Thanks, but my point is: they might give us a bone.
Daisy: They might, and they might not. They might also take us for a walk with them.
Scratchy: Oh, right. Maybe I'll find some more bread in the park like last week.
Daisy: It's a stay-home day, you skinny ninny. What they call a weekend. That's why it's not an early morning walk. They won't be going to the park, they'll be walking along the river.
Scratchy: Oh, right. I've never once found food on a river walk.
My wife and I finished putting on our walking shoes. "I'll put the dogs outside," she said. "Do we have any bones for them?"
"In the fridge," I said. "I took some out of the freezer last night."
Scratchy: Yes! YES!
Daisy: Sigh. I really wanted to go for a walk.
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(oh, Zeus always got the best place on the bed 'cause I let him, but in the morning snuggle, I got to be next to mom while she drank that funny drink coffee, Zeus liked it too, but the thing called coffee? Nope not for me.)