This week is Grammy Camp week. The 3 g-girls are here and we are doing stuff. I know that I wrote more last year about G.C. - somehow this year's adventures don't call for as much typing. Yesterday we stopped at a Braums Ice Cream - today: Cici's pizza, Slushies and a couple of hot hours at the local swimming pool. Last day of camp will be Saturday. I think they are having a good time. What do I know?
Relaxing on the couch (divan) watching the Olympics. My little boy Oscar prances up and tells me that I need to hold him. I picked him up and laid him on my stomach with his head resting on my chest - eyes closed, starting to sleep. He cradled into my left elbow with the long dachshund nose directly below my nose.
He closed his eyes; I pet his side. His head popped up & he looked me in the eye. He turned the nose slightly and blew it out - exhaled loudly if you will. Then re-looking me in the eye he planted his head on my shoulder, nose away from my chess.
Now I ask. If I am breathing on the nose of a dog and he exhales, moving his nose away from yours - HOW BAD DOES MY BREATH SMELL? I mean, if a dog is offended by my breath, how bad can it be? First chance I had, I used some sin-sin, a clove, and gargled a jug of listerine. poor dog.
A final note - TODAY - how LONG has it been? - I caught a mouse in the garage. Dead; thrown out; re-baited.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
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