Last week, I was hanging out in the kitchen watching Mom begin preparing her “leftover mix” dinner, while Little Miss “I Must Take Recipe Notes” watched more closely.
Out of the corner of her eye, Mom saw a swish of golden fur outside the kitchen window. Her first response – double check to see that Little Miss Golden Girl was in the kitchen and that Mom was not experiencing double vision! Confident that her eyesight was not playing tricks on her, (did I tell you that Mom failed the eye test at the driver’s license bureau this past spring? Yup, went in and failed… had no idea she needed glasses, poor thing! Whoops, I digressed again…) she properly looked out the window.
Our buddy, Simba, wagging so hard he could have powered our refrigerator for a day, looked at Mom, patiently waiting for his invitation to come in. Mom opened the sliding door and Simba bounded in for a grand entrance befitting another happy, happy golden! We all greeted him enthusiastically and Mom wondered how long he had been “at large” because he smelled slightly swampy! (Which means we thought he might have already had a little swim in the canal!)
Anywhoo, Mom immediately texted his human big sister, Joanna, to see what she wanted us to do. Turns out, Joanna now lives on campus at the University of Miami and was in the middle of a class! She said she would drive over when class let out. Mom replied no worries, Simba could join us for dinner and our evening constitutional.
Simba and JJ both felt the need to carefully scrutinize (VBP – vocab building project) Mom’s technique. I thought we should frolick before dinner, especially since JJ and I already finished our dinner. Mom tossed tidbits of sweet red pepper and carrots to all three of us while she assembled her dish.
Miss Joanna arrived about an hour later, just as we prepared to leave the house for our walk. She shared that no one at her house (4 doors down) knew Simba had flown the coop and that, since he is HER dog, it was HER responsibility to deal with the situation. Mom politely kept her thoughts to herself, with the exception of gently reminding Miss Joanna that she worried about Simba’s girth. Mom mentioned that he heartily enjoyed our veggies (she was surprised!) and that we eat ½ as much kibble each day. No judgment, just loving concern, because Simba is a super sweet, fun loving dude and we want him to stay healthy.
Another great dinner with friends, day.