May 24 2006
DogBlog
Really, I should change my blog’s name to DogBlog, since my almost-dog seems to be my favorite topic these days. I’ve had Miz Rita’s company for almost three weeks straight, so I’m beginning to feel less like the Other Owner (much like being the Other Woman, only without the guilt and scandal) and more like the Actual Owner. I pretty much take credit for her now when strangers admire her, and have even begun to accessorize her presence in my life by buying her a brush, bowls, and her very own bed.
Rita woke me up at 6:30 this morning, with a request for a walk. While dog walking is about the only thing I can do when pre-caffeinated, 6:30 is not, in my opinion, a good time to do it. I tried to explain to Rita that the only 6:30 I use is the evening one, when it’s time for cocktails, starting dinner (or thinking about starting dinner), and avoiding the evening news. I got the big eyes, so I hauled Self out of my cozy bed and pulled a coat on over my nightgown, shoving my feet into sneakers on my way out the door.
I was horrified to discover how many people are out and about at such an early hour. The construction workers were all convening to start on the daily ration of roar and racket at the site across the street, and they were feeling all friendly. I was feeling all embarrassed in my dog walking attire, which was even worse than usual. I was glad not to be a celebrity, since I would have been prime tabloid fodder with my un-brushed hair, no make-up, glasses, and next to homeless person outfit.
No fewer than three people stopped to pet Rita and chat within the space of one block. I couldn’t wait to get behind the building to the vacant lot where no-one would see me. And I sneaked back in through the back door, unphotographed.
I sure love that dog!
5 Responses to “DogBlog”
Your blog’s a dog? Never!
Ah, the Big Eyes. I remember those; akin to a woman’s bottom, quivering lip. Will take a man down, every time. It seems we too will be Foster parents; our friend is off to Afghanistan (as a journalist) and needs someone to puppy watch.
Rita sounds like a premium pet…well except for that 6:30 potty call…like you, I know nothing of the outside world before 8am and frankly, I don’t want to.
When Rita is unhappy to you call her Miz Ree?
I won’t even wake for Vegas that early :). I am a mean, mean person! Rita is a lucky girl! We need more pictures of her!
Oh, I agree with Amber! We need Rita pics!!!
And as sweet as some dogs are, there is nothing on God’s green earth which would induce me to get one. I’m too damn lazy to take myself for a walk!!!