Sun, smiles, and a seven pound salty dog

My handsome man Rex and I had a special date for a long walk around the lake yesterday.

With bright sunshine and temps 30 degrees above normal, smiles were blooming everywhere.

After our stroll, Rex’s little upturned nose led us to a local neighborhood bistro.

Rex spotted an inviting table outside, nearby two jovial lab mixes.

And they were seated near their very jolly owners, of course.

My handsome man insisted I extend our date and join him there for a long, leisurely lunch.

The place was much fancier than our usual Golden Arches lunch spot.

It even had menus, and handsome waiters!

I think Rex may have been a little jealous.

Anyway, we carefully studied the menu selecting a sizzling bacon cheeseburger drenched in sautéed oyster mushrooms to split.

Oh, and of course French fries since it was a bistro after all.

Rex just could’t sit still.

He was trembling in great anticipation of our fancy feast

After ten minutes, a silver platter came out through the patio door just for us.

Rex was so excited that he tried to inhale the whole half pound burger, including the bun, in just one bite!

But lucky for me, that mouth was only big enough for a couple of fries.

Though I did finally cut him a couple of pieces of beef once he settled down.

I also quietly reminded Rex that we’d agreed to split the meal as we weren’t exactly splitting the bill.

He nodded, looking a little sheepish as he chewed.

Once my seven pound handsome man started to snore at my feet, I asked for a doggie bag.

And later we were both glad that I did.

Today Rex and I were each able to enjoy two more meals together of leftover bliss.

“Hey, it’s kind of like three dates in one,” I told him this evening as we savored the last of our fries.

Then Rex lovingly licked my hand.

And I think I even saw him smile.

Though maybe it was the salt.

The Hideout


I searched for my terrier Tuck this morning, but didn’t see him anywhere.

I had put him out in the backyard for a few minutes, before leaving for work.

Because my yard is small and fenced, I was initially more puzzled than concerned.

The last time I’d looked out the kitchen window, ‘King Tuck’ was sitting up on his favorite throne smiling.

Yet he’s one smart little fellow, who’s never a happy camper when I need to leave the house.

And he can always sense when it’s time.

Tuck’s got the perfect body clock.

Anyway, I looked under the trees, the shrubs, and the tomatoes in the vegetable patch.

And I looked behind the couch, under the bed, and in the basement in case he’d snuck back inside to one of his typical hiding spots.

But there was no Tuck to be found.

I was starting to get worried.

Returning to the yard, I sensed some movement over by the garage underneath a patch of thick ferns.

Next I saw what looked like a little head with thick, dirty blonde hair.

I walked over and lifted a canopy of green fronds.

And there was Tuck, shaking away in a deep hole he’d dug as today’s hideout.

When he spotted me, Tuck started to dig even deeper with his paws.

“Hey, Tuck. Looks like you’re digging a hole all the way down to China,” I told him. “I’ve got to go earn some kibble and you’ve got a job to do, too, buddy.”

Shaking mud off those paws as I grabbed him, I then placed Tuck in his cozy crate with a crunchy treat.

Next I turned on my guy’s favorite classical music station for his listening pleasure.

As I backed out of the garage, I listened to Tuck’s daily wailing serenade for 60 seconds.

But as usual, that serenade turned to a snore by the time I hit the street.

I’m sure Tuck’s dreaming up new hideouts for the rest of the week.

Yup, that’s my terrier.

What a little actor.