Love that puppy away

Delicious weather we are having. Sunny, warm and it is just wonderful to go for long walks on the beach. We bring the dogs.

Everyone wants to talk to us about Olive. We are going to have a t-shirt made up for her to wear that states:

• Why, yes, I am going to be a big dog!
• Oh My, thank you I do have big paws.
• Why, really! truly! I am going to be a big dog!
• Yes, I do contain quite a bit of fur.
• Enough already, I am going to be a ginormous dog!
• No, I am not an Australian Shepard, A Newfoundland, or from the Samoa Islands.
• Yes, eventually I will be big enough to bring down a buffalo.

This is what we spend our entire walk stating. Every person says the same thing. The EXACT same thing. Yet, I answer with a smile and keep my opinions to myself. But it is annoying.

Herbie just marches on and pays no never mind. As far as he is concerned, Olive is a nut case and he lives for the day she disappears from his sight.

Today we stopped and had pizza in town. This is the only restaurant that has tables outside for the morons who bring their dogs into town. Also, it is a lovely place to stop and pollute the world with cigarette smoke while people eat. When lo and behold, we ran into another couple that had a Bernese Mountain dog. It was a male, about 5 months old. The look on Herbie's face was priceless.

Oh, what has the world done to me, THERE IS ANOTHER ONE. It is coming BY ME. It is STOPPING BY ME. It is SMELLING ME. SAVE ME.

When all of a sudden a change came right over Herbie. He started whining and leaping and just making the biggest fuss over that puppy. It was like he had just won the lottery, received the best Christmas gift ever, and his food bowl was NEVER ENDING. That puppy didn't know what to do, he had never been loved like this before. Frankly, it was a little frightening both to us and the puppy. Olive stared at Herbie, why he could be friendly! to a strange dog! not the dog that resided in the same home with him. The dog that sucks his head to get to the creamy center, the dog that yanks Herbie's leg while he sleeps to wake him up, the dog that will drink from the water bowl and dry her face on his back! The dog that thinks Herbie rises and sets with the sun. Her face registered disbelief.

Then it dawned on us. When Herbie first met Olive, he was the crankiest, meanest pug. He snarled and growled. He refused to be nice, or even tolerate her being in the other room. He was horrible. Still she stayed. Now it was like a light bulb had gone off in his head. I know YOU BE REALLY SUPER NICE TO PUPPIES AND THEY GO AWAY. If YOU ARE MEAN, THEY LIVE WITH YOU FOREVER!. I AM GOING TO LOVE THAT PUPPY AWAY.

The look on his face when that puppy continued down the street was priceless. Then he turned around and bit Olive's face.

Olive was happy to know the old Herbie was back.

The end.