So I hear this disturbance coming from downstairs and I perch myself over the wall to get a better listen to what is going on; I think most likely He is getting mad at Reilly for trying to make out with Him. You see Reilly does this nuzzle, walk up on His chest thing, trying to lick/kiss His bald head and face and when Reilly can’t get his way he stands back heavy sits and stares kinda like Frasier’s dog Eddie; after all Reilly is a Jack Russell as most of you already know. I like to call this making out, they have make out sessions where Reilly does get his way, sort of, it usually ends up with Reilly sleeping on Him for hours. I was thinking today was not one of Reilly’s lucky days, but what I heard was not the disdain towards a make out session but Him telling Reilly to get his tug toy. Reilly was not understanding, he had brought his knotted up rope ball, not his tug toy and was not about to go find it on command. So, the ruckus I heard was Him telling Reilly to “Go get chyer tug toy.” It was not happening.
As the ordering commenced downstairs and I had figured out what the ruckus was something kept me leaning over the wall, looking at the angled stairwell, looking down at what I could see of the sitting room and my throw made of sari material that hung on the wall of the first set of stairs; don’t make fun of my shortcut way to make it hang that is not what this is about today. The sitting room was where they were horsing around and as I was listening to this one way conversation that man and dog were having I started thinking to myself; He is funny, my life is funny, I got lucky after I had resolved that I never would, I really like this part of my life, my days, my house, my man, my dog, my hobby, and pretty much the way other things have worked out. Wish I could bring that feeling to other parts of my life but I will not digress today. It’s a rainy dreary Sunday here and I should be looking for something I misplaced but I find myself hanging over the wall contemplating the luck that has struck me. He is a great man, Reilly is a good dog, and today I feel good.
“Go get chyer tug toy” brought me back, out of my thoughts and now I am back to searching for that thing I lost but I truly have that one thing I never thought I would find.