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!