Tuck’s 84 in dog years, still he’s such a little boy.”
His stocking’s hung on high again. He’s asking for a toy.
“A raw hide too would sure be sweet,” he told his sister Tink.
“So get that list to Santa quick! You’ll miss him if you blink.”
My little handsome man Rex and I have our sacred summer Sunday rituals.
Each week we visit the local farmer’s market and then continue the walk down to the lake loaded with our red peppers and sweet potatoes.
Once there here we might watch the sailboats for a while or take part in a church service along the shoreline.
Every week the denomination changes.
But Rex likes them all, though I think he prefers those peaceful programs with plenty of music.
I swear I see him break into a smile each time he hears ‘Amazing Grace’.
And I always see that same smile when I buy Rex our mint chocolate chip kids crunch cone afterwards, though today he went straight for the ice cream that was supposed to be for me!!
But as there was talk about forgiveness in the sermon I, of course, instantly forgave him.
After all, I’m no little saint either.
My handsome man Rex and I were up extra early yesterday.
He seems to always know when another Sunday morning rolls around again.
He’s also knows that means a walk to the lake is definitely on the agenda.
Approaching the lake, Rex and I chose a dirt path alongside the shore then continued walking towards the rose garden just ahead.
He listened to the excited chirps of the gold finches. I admired the sailboats dancing lightly on the sparking blue waters.
And we both warmly welcomed the cool breeze on a sticky summer morning.
It was the perfect gift from the lake just behind us.
As we crossed over to the rose garden, Rex suddenly looked concerned as he watched a couple of walkers and joggers begin to lose their balance.
“It’s ok, Rex,” I told him, adding, “they’re just on their phones and not paying attention.”
I was saddened a bit that some of our two legged friends were missing the beauty all around them.
Maybe Rex was as well.
But suddenly, with his nose up in the air, my two legged friend excitedly led me over to one large flower bed to stop and smell those roses.
I couldn’t help but think some days our dogs really are a lot smarter than us.