Nothing beats a brisk walk in the bright winter sunlight late in the afternoon. Ozzie and Me stop by the bridge near our house to watch some ducks drift by on the stream.
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Ozzie
I set my morning alarm 32 minutes earlier today than yesterday and when it rang, instead of stepping into the shower, I pulled on an assortment of mismatched grunge clothes and laced up my old tennis shoes.
I headed down to the laundry room and as soon as I entered the room a big thump thump thump noise greeted me.
I peered down into the brand new kennel and chuckled. We haven't had a dog with a tail in a zillion years....so the thump thump thump of I'm-happy-to-see-you....was a new sound for me.
Ozzie popped out of the cage, stretched his neck to receive his chain and lease, and we headed out the door.
His tail was like a crazy windshield wiper blade....flicking side to side as we walked down the dark street.
A blast of wind and a million crunchy oak leaves raced in front of us. Ozzie sat down. I bent over to pet him. He put his muzzle next to my cheek and left it there. I guess a new neighborhood with strange herds of leaves can be frightening.
I never expected to get another dog. When we put our last dog to sleep months ago, hub and I agreed that one dog, one cat, one lizard and one fish was enough. The Inn was full.
Ten days ago, just before I tossed the newspaper into the recycling bin.....I placed the end section on the counter top and browsed through it. I never do that....there's just ads and filler. I turned the page....and there.....was a picture of Ozzie....featured dog of some animal rescue group.
I knew instantly he was going to be our dog but I thought I would test fate.
"Hey, look at this dog, it looks like Mattie except in brown."
My hub was supposed to say, "Now now, we're not looking for another dog."
Instead he said, "really?"
Hmmm....the reality-checking spouse script wasn't being followed.
So I tried again, "6 years old, affectionate, gentle, friendly and gets along with other dogs."
He was supposed to say, " Well let's be practical we agreed on a one dog rule."
"Sounds good."
Wrong wrong wrong hub. This is dangerously off the script.
So I tested fate even more by emailing the lady and asking her to describe him including any questionable habits and traits.
"He seems to be a calm happy affectionate dog with no problems. Why don't you come by and visit him?"
Since I was working that day, I threw the final test at hub. "Hey why don't you go check Ozzie out at Petsmart."
"What time?"
If hub is going to drive across town on a Saturday morning to look at a dog......you might as well buy a new box of dog biscuits....cause this is smelling like a done deal.
When I called him to ask about Ozzie, he was chuckling. "He's a great dog."
And so.....Ozzie....bypassed the new rule of the house and leaped over fate's barricades to find a place on the soft rug, the dog rug, on the outskirts of the kitchen.
And so as of 11am today....the new rule of the house is: two dogs, one cat, one lizard, one fish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I headed down to the laundry room and as soon as I entered the room a big thump thump thump noise greeted me.
I peered down into the brand new kennel and chuckled. We haven't had a dog with a tail in a zillion years....so the thump thump thump of I'm-happy-to-see-you....was a new sound for me.
Ozzie popped out of the cage, stretched his neck to receive his chain and lease, and we headed out the door.
His tail was like a crazy windshield wiper blade....flicking side to side as we walked down the dark street.
A blast of wind and a million crunchy oak leaves raced in front of us. Ozzie sat down. I bent over to pet him. He put his muzzle next to my cheek and left it there. I guess a new neighborhood with strange herds of leaves can be frightening.
I never expected to get another dog. When we put our last dog to sleep months ago, hub and I agreed that one dog, one cat, one lizard and one fish was enough. The Inn was full.
Ten days ago, just before I tossed the newspaper into the recycling bin.....I placed the end section on the counter top and browsed through it. I never do that....there's just ads and filler. I turned the page....and there.....was a picture of Ozzie....featured dog of some animal rescue group.
I knew instantly he was going to be our dog but I thought I would test fate.
"Hey, look at this dog, it looks like Mattie except in brown."
My hub was supposed to say, "Now now, we're not looking for another dog."
Instead he said, "really?"
Hmmm....the reality-checking spouse script wasn't being followed.
So I tried again, "6 years old, affectionate, gentle, friendly and gets along with other dogs."
He was supposed to say, " Well let's be practical we agreed on a one dog rule."
"Sounds good."
Wrong wrong wrong hub. This is dangerously off the script.
So I tested fate even more by emailing the lady and asking her to describe him including any questionable habits and traits.
"He seems to be a calm happy affectionate dog with no problems. Why don't you come by and visit him?"
Since I was working that day, I threw the final test at hub. "Hey why don't you go check Ozzie out at Petsmart."
"What time?"
If hub is going to drive across town on a Saturday morning to look at a dog......you might as well buy a new box of dog biscuits....cause this is smelling like a done deal.
When I called him to ask about Ozzie, he was chuckling. "He's a great dog."
And so.....Ozzie....bypassed the new rule of the house and leaped over fate's barricades to find a place on the soft rug, the dog rug, on the outskirts of the kitchen.
And so as of 11am today....the new rule of the house is: two dogs, one cat, one lizard, one fish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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