Dinner dance
May 9th 2009 02:06
Normally inseparable, Scratchy and Daisy separate on cue every evening. Scratchy waltzes out the back door while Daisy stays rooted to the sofa, only her soft brown eyes showing a hint of impatience. Every night, she seems to say, I have to go second.
Outside, Scratchy is fed. He goes first because he eats at the speed of some of the more aerodynamic particles of light.
As soon as he is finished — in about the time it takes me to straighten up after placing his bowl on the ground — the sliding back door is opened, Daisy chassés outside, Scratchy mazurkas inside, and the bowl is refilled.
Daisy eats at the speed of old forest growth. She takes one pellet of food at a time and chews it for an hour or two before swallowing daintily. She then has a drink, performs a pas de deux with the port wine magnolia, and returns to square one for another nibble. Daylight wanes, the moon rises, seasons pass and Daisy eats on, methodical mastication at its most determined.
When she is finally finished, I carefully remove the moss and the occasional mushroom which has grown between her toes, and slide open the back door again.
Daisy shimmies inside and Scratchy salsas back out, doing the dance of eternal hope that Daisy has left a morsel or two for him to siphon from the bowl.
Then he too comes back into the warmth of the living room and settles on to the sofa for a relaxing evening of sleep.
The dinner dance is over for another day.
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I miss my nightly farts, you know the big ones that wake up everyone?1
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Clyde.
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Clyde, I don't know how to break this to you gently, but Heidi doesn't know everything. Farting is uncooth, but only for hoomans. For dogs, it's against the Ancient Code of Malodorous Endeavour not to fart. Extra points for loud ones. Maximum points for room clearers.
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Mom says I'm her garbage gut with a sensitive tummy. Can you imagine? Not sensitive just like to get rid of stuff anyway I can, you know... farts, burps, extra big piles in the back yard, the occasional barf, whatever it takes to make Mom and Roux go "ewww," girls are so funny.
Tyson I do have some trouble with your accent, but I'm trying to learn it. I think Heidi is a hoot, girls are so bossy and so wrong most of the time, but you can't tell them anything, can you?
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Heidi allus sed ther city blokes dun know much abaht bush lingo, a dunny budgie's one uv them things thut hoomans do ther Barcoo salute at, ut's a bloomin' big blowfly. Ther missus ses they dun stink, they do when they've bin ut er flyblown sheep but. Nanna Goose use'ter catch 'em an crunch 'em up sos I reckon yer could try 'em all right. I dun know abaht a dunny duck, I know Heidi were a blue duck on ther track, they thought she'd be a goer an she were just a fizzer.
D'yer want ter see ther documentary abaht us? Ut's on ther GAPSA web site <www.gapsa.org.au> Thut Mick goes on abaht me, Heidi's laughin' so hard I cn'ardly hear whut he ses. Ther missus thought ut wus Mick's family with him but it were other trainers. I wer everyone's pet on ther track.