My friends have grandchildren. I have Tinker Bell.
Tink (or Stinker Bell, as I like to call her) spent the past weekend with me while daughter and son-in-law celebrated their first wedding anniversary. Tink's a funny little dog that plays well with Indy and Bogey. However, the temporary increase of my "pack" means I really have to watch my step, since all three of them feel obligated to whirl around me like a fuzzy tornado with no worries over what I may be doing at the time. Hence the spilled cup of tea. But that's another story.
Although Tinker Bell enjoys her visit, I can tell when she's ready to go home. She perches on the upper most point of my new sofa and stares hard at the front door. Nothing seems to distract her. Clearly, this dog has an important engagement, and knows her ride is running late.
Don't worry, Tink. They'll be back to fetch you soon.
Meanwhile maybe one of these days I'll have my own non-furry, non-barking grandchild.
I can only hope.
4 comments:
Hi Pat,
She is such a cutie.
And I cannot believe your daughter has already been married a year. Seems like you were planning the wedding not so long ago.
Donna
It's not a cliche. Time really does fly, doesn't it?
Tink is a cutie! I had to laugh at your wonderful description of the fuzzy tornado! I know just what you mean, Barkley, spotty dog has a habit of walking backwards in front of me and cannoning into the doors and walls.
Love your grand dog… well, I too have pets at home, prefer to buy their accessories through Petco.
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