Nothing I Can Do About it Now

March 13, 2007

Ok, so sometimes I coo.

Filed under: narcissus — dregina @ 3:36 pm

5 mornings a week I have to do a very hard, sad thing.

I have to leave my dog behind and go to work.

 Fluppus doesn’t know that I’m off to sit in a cubicle much smaller than the apartment she has to herself 6 hours a day. From the expression on her face when the door closes, I’d guess she’s thinking I’m off to the swamp for a nice, refreshing swim in a stagnant pond, one with a deer carcass nearby for easy snacking. 

So I do what I can to soften the blow. I give her a final rubdown, a pep talk, and a treat as I back my way out of the door. It boosts both her and my morale for the long day ahead. It’s perfectly normal. I’m sure pet owners all over the world do it.

But it sounds a little weird.

 Anyway, the other morning the weather here was just fantastic. The air was soft – not humid, but not dry. It was about 75 degrees, no clouds, just the big blue Texas sky. I opened all the doors and windows and took Flups out for a walk. When we got back, I decided to just go ahead and leave my front door open too. My dog, she is a good dog and will not take off, and the cross breeze felt so good. I took her leash off, gave her some fresh water, got my sunglasses out, pulled a treat down from the cabinet, and began our special morning goodbye routine.

 “Oh wuzzah, wuzzah, who’s the best dog in the whole, wide world? It’s you! Oh, your mommy’s going to miss you so much! Who’s my best little baby? You are! Are you my Princess Angel Sparklepants? Yes, you are! Goodbye, little fluffybutt. Be a good puppus. Be my good baby. I’ll see you tonight. Goodbye Princess Sparklepants. I love you.”

Or something like that. It’s a little different every morning.

This particular morning, however, was more different than usual (how’s that for a phrase? I’m going to leave it as it stands), because the door was standing wide open as I wuzzah wuzzahed myself out the door.

You can see where this is going right? You totally know what I’m about to tell you.

There was a man. Standing in the hallway. Right outside my door. I literally tripped over his foot. I think he’s my neighbor’s boyfriend? I’ve seen him around a couple times. But we’ve never talked. The poor guy was standing in the hallway waiting to be let into her apartment. And you could tell by his expression that he had heard every word. He was smiling that teeny, tiny smile that people get when they have been very, very amused by something but have to pretend they are unamused. So as to preserve the dignity of the person who they are laughing-on-the-inside at.

That would be me. 

I quickly locked the door and zoomed out of there.

I hope he didn’t hear me fall down the stairs on my way out.


1 Comment »

  1. Princess Angel Sparklepants is my pet name for Brendan.

    Comment by joynmsu — March 15, 2007 @ 8:14 am

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