On the way to the post office I had to stop to pick up the
pups poop and as I stood up I realized that a bus had stopped for me. Oops. So I smiled at the driver and flashed him the international
signal for “Nope, don’t need a ride.
Just picking up dog shit.
Have a nice day!” Darnit
pup.
Then she decided she needed to go again as we were walking
by the bank. As soon as she
squatted two raggedy men at the ATM started screaming at each other and within
seconds five cop cars squealed into the parking lot. Five. It was
weird. They must have been
waiting. Maybe it was a sting. Or a music video. But
the puppy watched unconcerned while I pulled her down the street to the post
office.
My pup is a ridgeback mix so it’s really easy to tell if
she’s upset. When her hackles are
up she gets a supercool insta-faux-hawk. I’m consistently surprised what upsets
her and what doesn’t phase her a bit.
Mom steps into the post office for a minute and she wears her concerned
face the whole time (the post office has big windows so she’s never out of my
sight) but an altercation involving five cop cars, neat! Come on mom, let’s just hang out a bit
to see where this goes.
Dear Pup,
Mom really does know best. You’re gonna have to trust me on that. I promise I will never forget you at
the post office. And speaking of
mail, the mailman isn’t out to get you so you can stop jumping up on the coffee
table and growling at him every time he approaches the house. It’s rude and it’s not working. You’ll never be a guard dog. Sorry baby. Even when you’re growling you look like a pudgy harmless
snuggle pup. That’s why he laughs
and smiles and waves instead of cowering.
But you’re cute as a button and excellent at cuddles!
Love always,
Mom
p.s. Please pick better poop times.
*image from icanhascheezburger
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