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Saturday, October 14, 2006

A Tale Of Two Dogs

Molly’s a natural blond with a wasp’s waist. I’m guessing she’s in her forties because she has two grown daughters, both of whom live out of state. I don’t know how long Molly’s been divorced, but unlike some women I meet, she appears perfectly comfortable living alone.

The company she works for assists special needs children and was named after the owner’s dog. I know Molly works odd hours because I so often see her walking her dog or watering her lawn.

Friday, I’d just finishing installing two new windows in the downstairs bedroom.

“Who’s Abby’s friend?” I ask.

“That’s Ginger.”

“She’s pretty. She’s the color of those pine needles under your trees, but she’s not moving too well.

“She’s fourteen.”

“Ginger, you’re getting old.” I bend down to pet her. “My dog lived until she was Ginger’s age. We should have put her down, but we didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Just couldn’t. Then one winter night as she walked along the road, a truck ran her over. I came home and found her covered by the guy’s tartan blanket. I felt sorry for the driver, he had no idea he’d done us all a favor.”

“Abby had a cousin, Violet. At seven, he was diagnosed with leukemia. He was in so much pain he didn’t even want to come inside where he used to curl up. That fetal position hurt too much so he’d lay on the porch near the slider. It was so sad.”

“No trucks in your neighborhood?”

“Come on! We took him to the vet like you should have.”

“And he laid down and waited for the injection.”

“No, he fought like hell. He always hated the vet.”

posted by michael at 10:15 am  

6 Comments »

  1. Too funny. Great punchline. We had a friend who just put her dog down and that dog pulled the needle out with his teeth. Made it all much worse for everyone. So I guess you are right, whoever hit Tulum did you a favor.

    Comment by La Rad — October 14, 2006 @ 12:05 pm

  2. I remember Tulum. He was named after Tulum, Mexico, right? Didn’t you get him after your trip to the Yucatan? He was a great, friendly dog. Made friends with us the minute we met him.

    Comment by rakkity — October 15, 2006 @ 9:36 pm

  3. Your memory is correct. At that time no one had been to that part of Mexico and so we had to explain her name over and over. I resolved then to name my next dog Spot.

    Comment by michael — October 16, 2006 @ 6:34 am

  4. Because more people have been to Spot, Mexico? I’ve never heard of it.

    Comment by Jennifer — October 17, 2006 @ 10:40 pm

  5. Speaking of which, who has heard of Stow(e?), Maine? The friend who hadn’t previously heard of Stow, Maine (where he might send his teenage daughter for rehab) also hadn’t heard of Spot, Mexico. We need better geography lessons, doncha think?

    Comment by Jennifer — October 18, 2006 @ 8:20 pm

  6. Rehab for a teenager? Isn’ that a might drastic?

    Comment by michael — October 18, 2006 @ 8:31 pm

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