Saturday, June 30, 2012

I am kind of a big deal



Today I took my Beth for a walk on the levy which is like the hot spot that dogs love to take their people.  It was a pretty refreshing morning and we had decided to go out fairly early.  Beth has been super busy with human things this year and we have been working almost every weekend at the auctions.  It was nice to finally have a Saturday to just take a stroll and smell the flowers with Beth.  

So there we are, walking down the path and I hear my name a little ways a head of us.  My name being Omar, you don’t hear it often so I was sure that it was meant for me.  We continue on down the path when I hear it again. “Omar, old boy!” Before approaching any closer I stop to take a sniff of the air. John, that smells like John I think to myself.  John is a nice man that comes to all the sales and always takes at least 10mins out of his day the pet me and tell me a story.  If I catch him at lunch time he will even share his hotdog with me. I ran up to him, leaving Beth in the dust.  When she finally did approach, John was introducing me to the little person he had with him.  The little person wasn’t very good at throwing stick but I entertained him by bringing it back all the same.  

Beth and John were joking about how he didn’t recognize her at first but that I was pretty easy to spot.  They continued on with some other boring human stuff and then we were off down the path again.  We had been on the levy for about an hour, Beth was sitting by a tree reading and I was sniffing and rolling in the wonderful grass, when I caught wind of something familiar.  Then it happened.  My name, I heard my name again.  This time it was coming from a wispy sing song voice.  There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that it was.  Ruth! Another one of our good patrons.  She is a sweet little lady that smells of too many flowers. She always has a goody for me in her pocket when she comes. Beth and her chit chatted for a few minutes and off she went.

It happened again, and again it was me that they called out to. When they left Beth seemed a little frustrated.  “Omar”, she says to me, “I find it slightly amusing that I have been around these people since I was a little girl, most of them knowing me as well as my own family, and yet it is you that they say hi to first, and ask how you are doing, and then turn to me to ask the same almost as an afterthought.”  I didn’t want to hurt her feelings anymore but I think she has forgotten that I am kind of a big deal.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Clucking Queens

Well they started out as fuzzy little balls of noise that bounced around in a little pen.  They smelled funny, but I loved the fuzz tickling my nose.  They didn’t really like me or Bailey at first but they got use to us as time passed.  Now they are more feathers than fuzz and are bossy. Oh dog are they bossy! These little ladies sure do rule the roost.  They walk around like they own the place and they never stop talking. And just as one of us lays down in the comfy grass it never fails. One of them will waddle over, with a displease cluck and make us move.  Like that is just the spot to look for some fresh morsels in the ground. I just call them the cluckers because they really seem to have no purpose other than blabbing on and on.  But mom calls them Basil, Sage and Thyme. Thyme is definitely the boss and whatever she says goes.  That I was swift to learn.