~ Country Tail
Gobs of excitement this morning. I have a veeery special guest post to share with you. It speaks for itself. Here we go…thank you GINGER!
A Tail of Two Cities
It was the best of chorkie times, and the worst of chorkie times. Last summer, Norbie’s Momma Julie left for a trip, and he stayed at our home: Richard and Ginger. We actually don’t live in a city, but rather, in the countryside on the edge of 600 acres of cranberry bogs. As tearful and choked up as Norbie was (for about two seconds) to see his Momma leave, he began to bounce around for joy as he realized treats a-plenty were flowing, there was a large farmhouse to explore, and there was an acre of thick, green grass in which to run and romp.
Norbs, we love having you to our home. As a reminder of your travels, here is an excerpt from the country journal you keep at our house:
“Hey, I heard momma tell them as she went out the door not to give me more than two or three treats a day, but these guys must be hard of hearing or sumpthin’. I only have to look cute and really hungry to easily finagle way more than that out of them. I am in doggie heaven here. Yeah, yeah–they made me learn how to sit pretty, beg, and all that show-off, goofy doggie stuff, but I’m a quick learner and if a treat awaits, I’ll pop up or down and make them smile. They’re pushovers.
I hang out at Ginger’s feet while she’s cooking and every so often she says, “Oops!” and a smidgen of something tasty falls right in front of me. I know she likes clean floors, so I am happy to oblige by whisking away the crumbs and giving my little belly some welcome deliciousness. OK, so I’m a crumb-grubbing gobbler. You got me there.
I can’t climb stairs, so I’m patient when Richard disappears to the second floor. When he returns, I wag my tail so hard it looks like I’m twisting to Chubby Checker, and since he likes Oldies, I know he appreciates that. Then I bounce straight up and down and run back and forth. He picks me up, I plaster kisses all over his face and yup, I get another treat. I’m good! They both tell me so.
The Best Thing was wrestling with Ginger’s red flip-flops in the grass. I made little bitty chorkie grrr sounds and threw my head from side to side with the red rubbery yum yum clamped firmly between my tiny teeth. Since it was bigger than me, I would sometimes fall down. But what do you do when you fall? That’s right! You get right back up. Who says a chorkie can’t be a philosopher who flips for flip flops? Have you ever fallen down and gotten back up? That’s the spirit! Tell me about it!
I also took a trip to the beach and even posed in a kayak for a few photos. No, they wouldn’t let me leave the shore, but that’s OK. Ginger, who is an artist also took lots of photos of me and painted a very handsome Dog Portrait of yours truly. But that’s another Tail to tell.
Before long, Momma came to get me and I got lots of good-bye hugs and a new blue tug toy as a parting gift. Trips can be fun, and it made going home feel special. After all, there’s no place like home.”
What a stellar jaunt down memory avenue!
Live Love, Norbert -
City pup Debonaire /
Country Pup Extraordinaire
