Doggie Style

Day 74

Kids embrace the concept of a “re-do.” 

Bad throw in the pick-up football game?  Re-do.  Start the morning as a crab and your mom sends you upstairs to try again?  Re-do.  Someone knocks over the entire monopoly board including hotels off the dining room table?  Re-do. 

The boys and I had such a great time passing out dog biscuits up and down Jolain yesterday that we decide to do it again.  This actually works out well since A. is on his third day with the stomach flu.  That poor child needs a re-do for the last 72 hours. 

“Does your dog want a treat?”  F. asks a lady with a small black poodle mix who’s walking past our bus stop.

“Make him sit,” she says. 

F. scratches the dog’s head and looks into his eyes.  “You’re a good dog.  Good dog.”  Scratch.  Scratch. 

This dog thinks its hit the lottery.  Treats and a head scratch?  Roll me over and rub my tummy and I’ll happily go to that big farm in the sky. 

A recent college grad with a German Sheppard and an older couple with a mop of a dog walk past before the bus pulls up.  Each gladly accepts a dog treat from F.

Re-dos rock.