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Mary's Poetry

 & Musings

8 May 2008

A Visit From Buddy

Buddy appears at the screen door, still attached to his owner by a thick blue leash.  Eyes sparkling, tail wagging. 

I can hardly wait to open the door and invite them in.  Not waiting for pats or pets on the head, he leads me to the kitchen cabinet where "Buddy Biscuits" are kept  just for him.

Drool seeps from the sides of his mouth as I hurry to retrieve three biscuits (he's on a diet), and remind him to sit and stay.  Instantly, butt hits the floor.

I line the BBs up at the edge of a small rug - his eyes never leave the much anticipated treats.  He's a good dog.  Waits patiently. The moment I say, "Okay. Good boy."  huge teeth pulverize each tasty morsel.

I fish out the water bowl, fill it and place it in the corner.  He slurps down enough water to wash crumbs from his tongue, doubling back to clean up any left on the floor or rug.

Then and only then do we get to go into the livingroom and visit.  After a few kisses and back rubs he's content to plop by the patio door and wait for Don to finish visiting with Patrick.  And I'm content to wait for him to appear at the front door and do it all over again.

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