So on Saturday, my car needed to go in for a little work. It was sounding weird. The kind of thing where when the radio’s on, you don’t notice. But then you’re giving someone a ride and your car sounds like it’s on it’s last legs. You look over, and your friends seems a little nervous, and you realize you should probably be, too.
I have to go to Bangor for my mammogram on Thursday. (I know, the fun never ends!) And I didn’t want to worry that my car wasn’t going to make it. That’s nerve racking to say the least, and is a fabulous way to make a long drive even longer.
So anyways, Charlie follows me to Tiger’s Garage (“Where the service is always Grrreat!”). I explain the situation to Tiger. Tiger is a nickname, of course. I don’t know his real name. Tiger’s been Tiger for so long, I don’t think his own mother remembers. So anyhoo, we leave the car, and go home. That way, Tiger can take his time with it, and I can get some chores done.
When we arrive back at the ranch, and our little dog Scamp is over the moon to see me. I mean, he’s running around, coming in close for a little petting, then racing to his toy box and throwing stuff around, coming back in for a little cuddle.
All of this makes me feel appreciated and loved, sure. But here’s the deal: we’ve been gone about fifteen minutes tops. But with Scamp, I get the same greeting if I’ve been away for a week, or just gone out to get the mail.
That’s the great thing about having a dog. They are all about unconditional love and enthusiasm. And everything they’re doing is their favorite thing. Napping? Their favorite thing. Breakfast? Their favorite thing. Going for a walk? Yup, their favorite thing. A treat? You guessed it.
When I get home from work, Scamp is there at the door, beside himself he’s so happy to see me. I don’t know about you, my husband doesn’t give me the same over the top greeting. He may be happy to see me on the inside, but he’s just not as expressive as Scamp. Though I confess, if I go away with the girls for the weekend, I miss Scamp more than I miss Charlie, so I guess we’re even.
Scamp’s going to be ten at the end of February, and he still acts like a puppy. We got him from Poodle Rescue when he was just fifteen months old. We think he’s a bichon-poodle mix. All we know for certain is that he’s smart, stubborn, makes us laugh and is cute as all get out. He’s the light of my life, and I thank my lucky stars every day that he’s part of our family. Makes you wonder who rescued who.
Later in the afternoon, we went back to get my car. Tiger worked his magic, and it’s running like a top now with new brake pads and some other geegaws that I have no idea what they do, but Tiger does and that’s all that matters. So, Tiger lightened my worries and my pocketbook because his service is grrreat, but it’s not free.
We came home to drop the car before heading off to the bean supper down to the Congo church, and Scamp went through his routine again. And yet again when we got home from eating. How lucky am I?
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
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Upcoming Performances and Book Events
November 18: Makin’ Whoopie!, Calumet Women’s Weekends, http://www.calumet.org/womensweekends 7:30pm, West Ossippe, NH
2018
March 10: Book Reading, South Portland Public Library, http://southportlandlibrary.com/ 2:00pm, South Portland, ME
March 27: A Visit With Ida, South Berwick Public Library http://www.southberwicklibrary.org/ 7:00pm, South Berwick, ME
April 10: Book Reading, Goodall Memorial Library, http://lbgoodall.org/#&panel1-1 6:30pm, Sanford, ME
May 1: Book Reading, Berwick Public Library, https://www.berwick.lib.me.us/ 6:00pm, Berwick, ME
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