Nov 25, 2008
Bossy’s Favorite Things.
Walking the dog at night.
The dance is always the same: every day Bossy swears off sweets for the rest of her life, and then every evening after dinner she gets a sweet tooth so powerful it could rocket Bossy to Neptune.
The worst of the habit results in sending her husband off in the car toward the nearest convenience store, but when Bossy is in the mood to make the best of her bad habit, she snaps the leash on the dog and takes her for a walk that culminates in front of Bossy’s small town food Co-op.
The snap of cold air gets the blood circulating, and the houses lit up from within are magical.
Once there, Bossy tethers the dog to a fence and disappears down the cookie aisle, leaving Stella to believe Bossy is gone forever and ever, oh never mind, here comes Bossy and she’s already two bites into a candy bar.
I first wondered if you weren’t afraid that someone would take Stella, but them I remembered that they would need a small truck.
That looks like a still shot for a love story.
Also titled: Stella waits patiently while standing guard against neighborhood hoodlums that might go after Bossy
I can’t quite bring myself to leave my dogs tethered outside. I’m afraid they’ll see someone fun and kidnap them. Or smell a toothsome smell and mug shoppers to get the goodies.
Hey, at least you’re burning a few calories on the way.
If/when I walk my dogs at night, there’s only trees and ferns and moss and moist PacificNW forest smells around. Which is totally wonderful. But right now I’m the kid looking into the warm window inside (like Stella) — that view shows me the concept of actually living IN a small town (mine is 10 minutes away) where I could walk my dogs to SOMEWHERE. And then walk home again. Cool.
You KNOW what these Dane posts do to me BOSSY. No fair!
I remember my big fella’s face peering over the picket fence (which could probably have jumped if it had ever occured to him) when we’d arrive home after work all day, or having been out for five minutes. Same expression: OH MY GOD – YOU CAME BACK!!!! Like it was a miracle every single time.
And Danes are also the best guard dogs of all time. Not because they are fierce. But because NO-ONE is ever game to find out!! One enormous “WOOFF” and strangers soil themselves. Heh.
Going off to blow my nose now. And wipe my eyes. Cruel woman!!
BB
I have the same problem. EXCEPT…insert WINE tooth for everything sweet, or chocolate, or edible.