One December, Mother, Daniel, and I drove to Kentucky to spend a few days with Debby, her kids, and her roommate, Kathy. A couple of things I remember about that trip: My mother told me I never put enough mayonnaise in my tuna salad, potato salad, or pimento cheese. Now you’ve been warned if you ever ask me to make you stuff with mayo in it. I may use Hellmann’s, but NOT ENOUGH.
Also, that was the trip when I met Mandy.
Mandy was Kathy’s dog, and she had two unusual skills. She could blow out the flame on a Bic, and she could bark, “Go Big Blue!” Pretty impressive, right?
My dogs: gold-medalist nappers.
Last week when I was walking dogs at the shelter, there was a Boston Terrier who could almost talk; sounded kinda like a parrot. I had to laugh each time it started up.
I wonder if the Boston Terrier would bark, “We want the Cup!” for the Bruins?
Renee has mastered one word with a said look. “Cookie?”
Renee doesn’t need to bark words. She’s got you wrapped around her paw–just as it should be.