All For Me Dog*
Mama Dog and I will have a pretty small window tonight between when I get home from work and when the sitter arrives to mind Baby Dog while we go out to the movies. Most of that window’s going to be taken up with supper and getting things ready for the sitter, so I guess I’d better post now even if I don’t have much on my mind at the moment.
Oh, there is one thing I’ve been meaning to mention – an impending improvement in the quality of Doggy Dog’s life. We’ve been feeling guilty about our boy’s dismal lot since Mama Dog went back to work – four days a week, he’s locked up alone in the house from 8 to 5:30. After taking him for his annual veterinary check-up last weekend, we crunched some numbers in the IGI** and decided that maybe it was time to re-enlist the services of Mr. Fisher, our dog walker from back in the days when we had two full-time jobs, no baby overhead, and (consequently) a shitload of disposable income. We can’t afford to have Doggy Dog walked every day when we’re out, but starting next week Mr. Fisher will be seeing Doggy Dog on Mondays and Fridays. Doggy Dog will once again get to run with (and, most likely, be boss dog of) a pack out in the muddy burr- and tick-infested park trails. He will come home filthy but happy and, with any luck, will regain the doggy socialization skills he’s lost in his time as a hermit. The most touching thing about this is that although Mr. Fisher has raised his rates since last we engaged his services, he offered to give us a discount to his old rate on account of our having always been good customers and of his still feeling a great bond of affection for Doggy Dog from the old days. We ended up offering him a couple of dollars per walk over the old price and I think we’re all pretty happy about the arrangement. We’re sure this is going to make Doggy Dog healthier and happier, and are looking forward to seeing him regain a bit of his old sass.
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*If anybody can successfully identify what I'm alluding to with this title, I'll be too surprised to even award a fabulous prize.
**Income-to-Guilt Index.
Oh, there is one thing I’ve been meaning to mention – an impending improvement in the quality of Doggy Dog’s life. We’ve been feeling guilty about our boy’s dismal lot since Mama Dog went back to work – four days a week, he’s locked up alone in the house from 8 to 5:30. After taking him for his annual veterinary check-up last weekend, we crunched some numbers in the IGI** and decided that maybe it was time to re-enlist the services of Mr. Fisher, our dog walker from back in the days when we had two full-time jobs, no baby overhead, and (consequently) a shitload of disposable income. We can’t afford to have Doggy Dog walked every day when we’re out, but starting next week Mr. Fisher will be seeing Doggy Dog on Mondays and Fridays. Doggy Dog will once again get to run with (and, most likely, be boss dog of) a pack out in the muddy burr- and tick-infested park trails. He will come home filthy but happy and, with any luck, will regain the doggy socialization skills he’s lost in his time as a hermit. The most touching thing about this is that although Mr. Fisher has raised his rates since last we engaged his services, he offered to give us a discount to his old rate on account of our having always been good customers and of his still feeling a great bond of affection for Doggy Dog from the old days. We ended up offering him a couple of dollars per walk over the old price and I think we’re all pretty happy about the arrangement. We’re sure this is going to make Doggy Dog healthier and happier, and are looking forward to seeing him regain a bit of his old sass.
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*If anybody can successfully identify what I'm alluding to with this title, I'll be too surprised to even award a fabulous prize.
**Income-to-Guilt Index.
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 2:26 PM
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"All for me grog..me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobaccy..."
Pirate/shantie lyrics-
At least that's what I immediately
come up with-
signed- Charmingly Peculiar
So, what you're saying is, "ye've spent all yer tin on Lassie"?
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