Jay has told me a few times about something called “win-ter” – something he says is just the worst, nastiest, ugliest time of year for summer-oriented people and small dogs like me.

I’m sorry, but I just can’t visualize it. Everything white? Cold? (What is that, anyway?) Snowflakes blowing sideways? I mean, how’s a boy supposed to poop in that kind of environment? I need time, I told him, to take care of my ablutions. I need at least a pretense at aplomb, decorum, and dignity. I am a warrior, even if only a little one. I ain’t a-gonna poop on no frickin’ ice cube!!!

He just smiled knowingly, and said “We’ll see.”


Of course, I don’t have to worry about that today. Today, after a few somewhat iffy days, is a bright, beautiful, warm summer’s day. I’m in the back yard, with Jay only feet away taking dictation and making the most dreadful screeching sound I’ve ever heard in connection with a device he calls his iPod – must be some kind of religious ritual or something. He spent some time earlier today cleaning my house, and when it’s completely Sun-dry he’s going to paint it, two coats, in and out. After that, it’s just a matter of desiccation, and me moving in. I’m looking forward to it. Jay says that with the advent of the new house my real estate holdings will expand; I’m going to have more room to move around.

I can’t help but think that I’m a lucky pooch. I know that Dee – who has now returned home to Toronto – has a couple of young, cat things which she said she more or less rescued. They’re pretty lucky too, in that case – Dee’s pretty special and I miss her already. What makes me happiest, though, is that Dee now says she wants a little guy like me, to go along with her horse, her two big dogs, and her two new kittens. It makes me feel good to know I’m a happy influence.

Oh, there’s some talk of Jay and Em and I flying to this Toronto place for Christmas this year. Flying? Hey, I’m up for it, but someone has to teach me. And I imagine my arms are going to be pretty tired by the time we get there!



About James McDonall

I believe in laughing, especially at yourself, and as often possible. I believe in "live and let live". I believe that communication is the foundation of all our solutions. I believe that listening is more important than speaking, and that speaking should serve the cause of listening. If you like my writing, I'm available for hire. Please send me an Email to discuss your project. View all posts by James McDonall

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