Sun brightens a patch of grass.
Dew shines like beads of glass.
Blue hugs limbs empty of leaves.
Nests are revealed among the trees.
Air invites inhales fresh and clean.
Birds fly in tandem, which can only mean
“Good morning.”
Tag: morning
Rosie the Riveter (a Lost Dog)
My doorbell rang at 9 am on a Thursday morning. There stood my neighbor with a lost dog, a Boston Terrier. She’d put her big dog’s leash on the small dog, giving it an “on-the-lam” appearance. It was yappy. It had attitude. It barged right in.
Lucy, my sweet dog, isn’t so sweet when delivery trucks pass the house, mailmen deliver the mail, workers come to the door, or when small dogs with large attitudes try to assert themselves. Lucy barks, jumps, and runs around like a nut, saying, “I’m the alpha dog!” She did all three while I chased her around with a leash, clipped it on her collar, and tried to restrain her from pouncing on the small pooch. Morning mayhem!
The Boston Terrier had run up my neighbor’s driveway, and my neighbor figured a fellow dog-lover-like-her might know who it belonged to. I had a hunch. She started making calls, taking photos of the dog and sending them to its Likely Family.
My neighbor and I both had to be somewhere in 10 minutes. What should we do? I ran both crazed canines upstairs to my college daughter’s room to wake her up.
Lucy was riveted by Rosie (we found out her name when we called the Likely Family), but not in a good way. While making calls, taking photos and sending them, Rosie had eaten Lucy’s entire bowl of kibble, drank from her water bowl, and snuffed and huffed at Lucy. Lucy was having none of it!
Teen Daughter graciously got out of bed and gave up going to yoga. Instructions? Separate the dogs and watch Rosie (she might need to relieve herself after eating more than her body weight in kibble) until her Mom, a teacher, arrived.
My neighbor left, apologizing for leaving us with a lost dog. I left to go to work, apologizing to Teen Daughter that she’d miss yoga.
Later, I got the full report. Teen Daughter kept the dogs on two sides of a glass door. Lucy was riveted by Rosie. Then Rosie barked and Lucy barked back. A lot!
Rosie’s mom arrived around 10 am and Rosie was on her way home (where she was going to get a replacement battery for her electric fence collar). The morning excitement was over.
Naptime!
Hon, do you have a lost dog story to share?
Naomi M. Gruer 