“Your characterization of me as a dog, as a BORDER COLLIE, with poor manners is a bit upsetting…that photo is inappropriate.”
“Which photo are you referring to, the chewed container or the warm turkey breast in the back of the Scion xB with you?”
“Mmmmmmph…they were both taken by you today…the event is over…the event was, like, five or six days ago…you discussed this problem with me already…this is inappropriate material for the blog -MY BLOG- I might add…I realized I made a mistake dragging the warm turkey breast into the back of the xB…”
“You did a bit more than just drag it into the back of the Scion, and I know, you were apologetic about your actions.”
My Dad and I were out and about last Saturday, and one of our stops was Sunset Foods for some groceries. And while I will use the photos My Dad took today, I am using these only so that all of my loyal and faithful readers will understand that this event took place on SATURDAY – some six days ago! For some reason, My Dad feels that my poorly thought out decision to crawl up into the front seat of the xB and g-e-n-t-l-y pick up the cooked, juicy ROTISSERIE turkey breast and bring to the back of the Scion requires a full disclosure – must be the investigator in him. I am referring to this as a re-creation of the actual event – gently pick up the Sunset Foods plastic bag holding the savory, aroma-therapy of the juicy, warm turkey breast, remove the warm plastic container from the plastic bag, chew and pry the clear plastic top from the container and….VOILA!…a delicious, mouth-watering turkey breast. And I was able to chew off and consume four corners before My Dad returned from his shopping foray at Target, or as he likes to say, “TARJHAY.” I say, WOOF! That turkey breast was DELICIOUS!
“Don’t forget the barking-at-the-cows story.”
“Well, finally, another story that is a bit more appropriate for MY blog.”
We drive through Glenview, Illinois several times a week…My Dad used to live here…and we pass by Wagner Farms located at the northwest corner of Lake Street and Wagner Road. Part of the allure of Wagner Farms is that it is a working (allegedly) dairy farm – WITH COWS. The cows stand around, watch the cars go by, the cows are moronic. They do not have any herding dogs, of any kind, running around Wagner Farms to keep these cows, these cud-chewing bovines, in line and alert. So as part of my never-ending job as a Border collie, a very serious herding dog, I bark-bark-bark-bark at these simpletonians, these slobbering, burbling, bovines. I can see their ears twitch and they look around – “….uhhh…where is the Border collie….?” Very satisfying to get that reaction. Time for a nap. I played with Kaya and Erin today. Later…….MAGIC.