where my dog's at?

at the plaza i came upon a full-size pickup. i could see a couple sitting in the cab but what caught my eye was the dog resting his head on the window sill. animals are always a great source of amusement to me, i think it is because we are limited in our ability to communicate with them, but still they so readily get their point across. i did not need to know how to speak 'dog' to know that pooch was bored out of his freakin' mind.

the way the dog was draped over the window and the way that he didn't even as much as scent the air as i passed screamed, "can't we just goooooooo". in my head that dog sounds like an exasperated pre-teen.

that dog got me thinking about tasha, the collie-terrier mix i had growing up. i have so many wonderful memories of our time together, tasha and i basically grew up together. but i thought i would share with you one of my favourite 'tasha stories'.

it was hallowe'en and i was back from trick or treating. it was still early, back then your door bell rang as late as 10:00 pm. tasha and i were hanging out in the basement and when the door bell rang she would take off running for the front door. as she charged up the stairs she would pepper the air with her little puppy barks, 'yap... yap... yap... yap'. we would answer the door together, i would dole out the candy and then we would return to the basement.

once again the door bell rang and tasha tore out of the basement and i was hot pursuit. we are on our way up the stairs and tasha is in the lead 'yap... yap... yap... RWORF!!!'. tasha hit the brakes. her paws spread outwards and she whipped her head around to look at me. the look on her face was, 'what the fawk was that?!!' i have to admit i was pretty taken aback as well and i told her, "don't look at me... that came outta you".

she never yapped again.