Thursday, August 13, 2015
Me and my girl...
If you have missed me lately, I apologize. If you are wondering who I am, I apologize. Mom is kinda bad about keeping me in the public eye. Breaks my heart really. How busy must that woman be? I swear, the extra things she takes on.
Yet, somehow I'm still in very sore need of a bath. As is the Rodster.
That is all I have to say on the matter because anything else would be rude, and I'm a gentleman first and foremost.
Speaking of my gentlemanly charm....We have a new lady in the camp.
Love of my life, and keeper of my heart key. At least I think she has it. I should probably check. Girl can be kinda batty at times.
But, darn if that isn't one of her most endearing qualities.
Next to those soulful eyes, and that smile she has.
It all sort of makes up for her obsession with squirrels, and her passion for midnight barking.
And, because I'm a gentleman, I try to go with her on her midnight rounds.
We circle the entire yard, stopping at each corner to bark incessantly. Sometimes I just lie down next to her while she barks. I figure that my main job is primarily to be there for moral support. Show her that I'm interested in her and her interests. That sort of thing.
No need for both of us to howl at the moon, or the next door cat. We all have our passions.
Mine just lean more towards sedentary things, like naps.
But, that's my girl. She barks the yard over every night until Mom or Dad start tapping on the window. At which point she will run over to them and smile her biggest smile. I think she smiles at them because she can sense that they aren't happy for some reason, and she knows her smile will cheer them up.
It doesn't always seem to work though, because Mom and Dad don't usually smile during barking hour.
That's when the kid comes out and explains to Cali that barking hour has ended and that it is time to go to bed. At which point she runs happily over to her doghouse so she can have her collar attached to the chain.
I have to say that if you asked me to name one thing about my girl that I don't understand, it would be her love for that crazy chain.
She gets so excited every night when it is time to be hooked up to the chain, that some nights she even sits next to the chain and hollers until the kid comes out to set it up.
Personally, I think the chain has become a bit of a security blanket for her, but who am I to put my nose where it doesn't belong.
If that is what she needs to sleep peacefully, more power to her. I'm content with lying next to her. Or if she is in the mood for solitude, I sleep nearby under the swing.
Close enough to hear her breathing, but far enough away that she can pretend I don't exist. In case she ever wanted to.
Not that she would ever want to pretend that.
We're bosom buddies, she and I. Heart mates. Best friends. Lovers of each others souls, and all that jazz.
Just gotta check on that key....
Make sure she hasn't misplaced it, love her heart.