February really flew by, no doubt aided by several variations in my routine. Normally, I’m a creature of habit. But after turning 5, heck, it’s time to live a little.
First Mike and Heather went away for a winter vacation. Hawaii perhaps? Mexico? The Caribbean? Here’s a shot from their chosen destination:
I kid you not. They went there for a whole week! The tales they told people back here about the weather on their “vacation” were enough to make me want to burrow under a quilt and go to sleep until summer. All I could think of is how hard it must be to find a good place to pee when the wind chill is 20 below zero and the snow piles next to the driveway are seven feet high and four feet deep. And I’m a long pee-er, so this matters to me. (I suspect Mike and Heather would feel the same way.)
Thankfully, I got to stay here with my best pal Lynn, who always pampers me way too much. Well, maybe not TOO much. Even better this time: I had two play dates with my former roommate Charlie. Usually when Lynn stays here she takes me on several short walks daily, but nothing like I get when Mike or Heather take me to hike and throw in the park. Instead, each morning Lynn and I bat Wiffie around the house for about a half-hour. Lynn really enjoys my soccer-style moves and when I get sassy and bark at Wiffie when it won’t stop where I want it to. Mike calls that my frustration bark, because I catch up to Wiffie but can’t capture it yet. Wiffie often skims away from me because of the reverse spin I can put on it with my paws.
Anyway, Charlie came over twice, and we went on longer walks in the park both times. He tried ball-throwing the first time, but it didn’t take long for me to put him to the test. When I caught a scent and took off for a few minutes, Charlie got worried, as well he should have, and didn’t let me off my leash again. He didn’t want any unforeseen incidents occurring on his watch.
Here’s how Charlie summarized our two walks:
“1:15 for time. 3 miles for distance. 3 pees. 2 poops. Lots of dogs ignored.
“1:05 for time. 2.55 miles for distance, 2 pees, 1 poop, lots of dogs ignored, no off leash.”
That Charlie is a man of action, not of words. I really like it when I walk with Charlie. He keeps us moving. And I ignore dogs. It is what it is.
On the other hand, I hope I didn’t make Lynn jealous because I got so excited when I realized Charlie was coming to our door. My biggest dilemma came when both Lynn and Charlie were in the same room at the same time. I maneuvered frantically between them, not knowing which one to jump on and nose-bite first. I almost had a heart attack, I think. Not to worry, though: I’ve got enough love for both of them, as long as it’s not at the same time too often.
Funny, I don’t have that problem with Mike and Heather. A few days after they returned, Heather’s office changed locations, and so all of my co-workers at the company got to work at home for a week. Heather worked downstairs, where a plastic container of dog biscuits and our gas fireplace are. It was an easy decision: I dumped Mike. Instead of his office, I spent the whole week downstairs with Heather, warm and toasty. I barely saw Mike all week, save for him walking me in the afternoon and serving my breakfast and dinner. Perhaps that week served as a glimpse into our future: What it will be like when Heather retires, or at least works as a consultant from home.
Nah. Ain’t gonna happen. The next week came, Heather moved into her new office, and I barely saw her until the next weekend. Oh, well. It is what it is. I just hope she retires while I’m still young enough to enjoy it.