It was a great day, sun was shining, we had a three mile walk around the block, and some great kibble mix for breakfast. We were holding out for the extra canned food treat, don't quite understand why we didn't get it, the hunger strike worked yesterday, but not today. Eventually we gave in to our hunger pangs and ate the dry crunchy stuff anyway.
We must perfect our 'give me canned food or give me death' look before tomorrow.
I kept telling Tito it was important how we projected from our eyes. It will get us what we want every time. Maybe we should switch to the 'pitiful puppy' look. At any rate, we will get it; we will have to pay closer attention to when to use it. Our humans are very predictable. We will have to nail the look then we will get that tasty canned food every time..... Trust me we WILL have these humans eating our of our paws any day now. Just you watch.
Back to the story.
After our leisurely breakfast
, I sauntered out to the back yard and grabbed my favorite chew toy. I came back into the house, and gave Tito 'The Look'. You know, a sideways glance as I slithered by him ever so slowly, brushing against his side. We stopped. Our eyes were locked on each other. No, don't, don't dare to move even a tiny muscle. Slowly, we began to circle around each other. We stopped again. I felt like I was breathing in expectation. Suddenly, Tito launched for my toy. "Nope SUCKER I am OUTTA HERE!!!!" I bolted for the open sliding glass door. Tito was right beside me. The rug went flying, "Hey you two!!" we heard Cherry Pie's admonition trailing behind us. No time to say SORRY, we were ON!!!
I banked a hard left, dodged the kennels, and the patio table and chairs. I felt my toenails grind against the cement. Great traction, but not as good as the grass. I glanced left, Tito was hot on my little pom-pom tail.
My strategy was to make like I was heading for the Gazebo. Once I got within a foot if it, I banked hard right and kicked up the speed as I made a dash for the side yard. Darn it. Tito was able to read my body language. I couldn't shake him. He was right beside me, trying to grab my toy!!!
I dug even harder into the grass and with a little more push I was able to shift into high gear. I might be a little shorter than Tito, but I have stronger leg muscles. I gained a foot distance from him. Next thing I knew we were at the loop.
The side yard has what we call the roundabout. It is perfectly shaped for us to make a graceful turn and not loose any momentum. I negotiated the turn and poured it on!!!!
"Wooo Hoooo, catch me now sucka!!!!!" I wove between two trees, and ended up slightly banking off the concrete curbing right in front of the yellow snapdragons.... "Oh No....Cherry Pie will kill us for sure if we smash up the flowers."
Tito was egging me on, "I'm ON it, Gimme." (to human hears it sounds like some strange kind of guttural growls).
Through some miracle, probably at the hand of Quan Yin (she is a concrete statue of a Chinese goddess who stands inches behind the curbing amidst the flowers), I managed to keep from careening off course. I kicked a hard left and leapt right through the rusty iron door of the gazebo. "Whew....THAT was a close one." I planted my front paws and stopped. My chest heaved, trying to get air pumped into my body.
Tito wasn't able to match my pirouette. He ended up smashing his head into the iron bars of the gazebo. It made a sickening metal on head sound, kinda like a dull ringing of a bell.
"What in the HELL is goin' on out here?" Cherry Pie stuck her head out of the sliding glass door. Her eyes were ablaze, and she had what Head Poodle calls her work face look. Her eyebrows were now only one brow, with a few wrinkles thrown in for good measure.
YIKES!!!! We knew we were in trouble.
I looked over at Tito, who was still reeling from the knock to the noggin, but he still had presence enough to look straight at Cherry Pie.
"Good lord, you two CALM DOWN. It isn't even 8 o'clock in the morning and the two of you are already at it. Get in here!" Cherry commanded.
We stood stock still. I, with the chew toy still hanging tantalizingly out of the corner of my mouth. Tito, was still having trouble focusing. You know, he had that circle buzz goin' on just like the cartoon characters on TV get after they get a good bonk to the head.
It was a standoff.
Cherry Pie yelled, "Get in here." We looked puzzled. Then she did it. She turned her back on us and went into the house with the word barely audible "cookie." It was a ghost of a word, kinda hanging there right in the middle of the patio. Cookie.
Tito and I looked at each other. I dropped the toy and sprinted for the door. I got there just in time to see Cherry Pie with her hand in the cookie bag.....I was licking my lips.
"Who wants a cookie? Oh, Lula Mae wants a cookie. What a good girl. Here is your cookie."
Tito finally came to, and found his way into the house.
"Oh there you are. Bad boy, how's your head?" Tito still wasn't thinking too straight, but that magical word, Cookie, will bring you around every time.
They are the itty-bittiest cookies, but boy are they tasty. Of course we had to sit first before we could get our cookie. I sit before she even says it nowadays, but Tito was still a bit slow in the head, and it isn't from the knock to the noggin he just received.
He finally sat and got his reward along with a pat on the head, and a bit of an examination.
"No bumps, no lumps. What a goober. Now you two settle down. I suppose next I will have to find a doggie chiropractor," Cherry grabbed her cup of tea and headed for the kitchen table. "Let's see what the mail is this morning," she chirped as she turned on the laptop.
Cherry Pie sure knows how to put a cramp on our style!!! It didn't take long though before she was totally engrossed in opening her electronic mail. We can tell because she gets that very concentrated look on her face, and she quits scolding us.
We slowly headed back outside. Tito ambled off to find his favorite chew bone.
I headed toward the right side of the yard, right outside the kitchen window where Cherry Pie sat contentedly reading her morning mail. I looked at her, but something caught my eye. I quickly turned my attention away from Cherry.
It was a rustling in the bushes. I stopped. Was it the wind? What was going on in there? I looked up, the bird feeders were empty, and hung straight down. There was not a hint of a sway. No wind.
I thought I saw another rustling deep in the bushes. I heard something too. I stopped dead in my tracks. Then it happened. Slowly, ever so slowly, my right paw started coming off the ground. My nose elongated, my back got as rigid as a steel plank, my ears perked up. I froze. Suddenly, I feel like a stone statue. Stiff. Stuck in this weird position. It felt good. It felt right. I don't know how it happened, or even why. Something in me just felt so good standing there pointing with my nose, and my right paw off the ground slightly curled back.
Cherry Pie must have seen me from the window because she suddenly appeared at the door again. "What, what are you pointing at? Is there something in the bushes?" She charged out of the house, rubbed me all over, then started poking around in the bushes. I put my nose right in there too....the spell was broken.
We never found anything in the bushes, but Cherry Pie was very excited. She gave me lots of hugs and pets. "What a good girl. You were pointing. Good girl, good girl."
I still don't know why that feeling suddenly came over me, or how it happened, but it did feel superb.
When Head Poodle came home for lunch, Cherry Pie told her all about our adventures in the morning. She immediately went over and examined Tito's head. "You have such long legs, but you are still a little to wobbly yet, eh? I don't feel anything, are you okay?" Tito looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Yes."
She kissed his nose and whispered, "I love you Tito."
Oh brother, a little knock to the head and ......
Head Poodle then turned her attention to me. She said I was pointing because our ancestors were hunting dogs, and I was doing "What came naturally to me." Whatever that means.
All I knew is it was nap time just as soon as Head Poodle downed that sandwich Cherry Pie was fixing for her. Enough already, I was ready for a good snooze.

