I was relaxing by the pool. How rare! When ping! An email. Aunt Daisy. What now?
Hi, Sylvia Honey,
It’s been quiet in these parts. Listenin’ to the crickets chirp at night was startin’ to feel a bit lonely. Then ……. a miracle! I met the guy of my dreams!
Uh-oh! Aunt Daisy is at it again!
He’s soooooo cute! With the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.
He’s soooooo cute! With the biggest, brownest eyes you’ve ever seen. I just love gettin’ lost in ‘em. Runnin’ my hands through his silky hair is heaven. He’s all the guy I could ever hope for!
At first, when he came acallin’ he stood on the sidewalk in front of the porch real quiet like and kinda sad. He looked hungry. You know what they say about the way to a guy’s heart is through his stomach? Well, I made him a nice heap o’ scrambled eggs and flapjacks. He ate it all up and smacked his lips.
His name is Montgomery just like the movie star I had the biggest crush on, Montgomery Clift.
Aunt Daisy, you are in trouble!
Did I mention he is a dog?
You rascal, Daisy! Sure had me fooled!
He was shy but after that meal, he bucked up. To tell the truth, though, he was a mess. I patted him all over. He loved the attention but his hair was matted and he had bald spots. He definitely needed TLC!
He left that night and I was tossin’ and turnin’ in my bed hopin’ he’d be o.k., wherever he went. But next mornin’, surprise! There he was on the porch ready for another meal.
I fed him some ham, biscuits and gravy but decided he needed real dog chow, so I loaded him into the back of the truck and we rode into town.
First person I ran into was the self-appointed advice giver Wesley who never has anythin’ good to say. This time was no different.
He stood in our path and shoved his straw hat back off his forehead, thumbs hitched into his belt below his beer belly. Starin’ at Montgomery he said, “Looks like that critter has the mange. Better get him some shots.”
I stared him down. “Horse feathers! He don’t have the mange. He just needs a good bath and some lovin’. I’m givin’ this good dog a fair shake. Stand aside and let me pass!”
He harrumphed. “Better not turn out to be a bad egg!”
I mumbled as Montgomery and I passed, “You’re the one that’s a bad egg, sunny side down.”
We ran into Mitzi with the dyed blond hair teased up lookin’ like a cone on top of her head. She was totin’ a leopard print bag over her shoulder with Pee Wee peekin’ out. He’s a tiny mutt wearin’ a white plastic collar with “emeralds” on it. If that ain’t enough he’s got a wedge of mouth with weensy needle teeth.
She said, “You better be planning to put that mongrel on a leash. Don’t let him get near my Pee Wee.”
After I passed her, I muttered, “Montgomery won’t go near him. He’s got good taste.”
We got a better reception at the beauty parlor “It Would Curl Your Hair” behind the general store. I asked Thelma, the stylist, if she could give him a real good bath in her deep sink. She’s sweet and real obligin’ and gave him a shampoo and conditionin’ treatment and a real good comb out.
When she was done, all 3 of us looked in the mirror. Thelma stepped back and said, “Looks better than mosta my customers!”
I said, “Monty, Honey! Let’s get you some dog stuff.” Off we went to the strip mall just outside of town, Monty ridin’ next to me on the front seat. Could swear he had a smile on his face.
When we got there, Monty and I went to the Vet n’ Pet. The vet, a pretty, young gal, examined Monty all over and looked at his teeth. “This guy is about 2 years old,” she said. “He looks like he’s had a hard life.” She smiled, “but I expect that’s about to change.”
I patted his silky head. “He’s my boy now, aren’t you?”
I swear he understands what I’m sayin’! He barked and licked my face. It was the best kiss I’d had in a long time.
We went over to the Pet part of the store and looked at some collars and leashes. I showed him one with sparkles on it. Monty looked away and gave a low growl. I held one up covered in demin. Monty growled again. When I held up the plain black leather one. Monty smiled and said, “Ruff!” so I bought that one. Sure has simple taste. Sign of a centered personality. That’s my guy!
I bought a twenty-five pound bag of dog kibbles made of sirloin and vegetables. That got a “Ruff!” too.
We sat together on the front seat of the truck on the way home. Black collar looked real handsome on Monty. He was stickin’ his nose out the window into the wind and smilin’. He was finally home.
Aunt Daisy, this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship!