“Petey, there’s always SOMETHING with you,” Grandma shook her head.
This remark came after our walk a recent sunny afternoon.
She had lost sight of me as we were hiking up a hill. Then I showed up.
“Petey, you’re pants are falling off. Come here and let me fix your sweater.”
I insisted, “I like it this way,” and ran off ahead of her.
“COME HERE AND LET ME FIX YOU SWEATER…”
I stayed out of her reach. She began to laugh at my waddle.
“How do you DO that? Can’t you just go on a walk like a normal dog?”
That question did not deserve an answer.
Our neighbor’s horse was about to foal, so they suggested to Grandma I stay close to our house and not wander to the pens. I often go there to roll in the poop. U
Grandma heard my unique bark that sounds like a high pitched rifle shot- insistent and to the point. It says, “Bailout time, Grandma!”
She just shook her head as she unwrapped me from the tree.
Several weeks ago, Grandma took me to the park. (There are no photos for this incident. You’ll see why…) As we pulled in, she saw her friend Suzanne who was walking my buddy Scooter. Suz
Grandma stopped, rolled down the window and reached out to greet Suzanne. I bounded off my seat onto Grandma’s lap, which I’ve never done before and stuck my head out the window to meet the new guy. Grandma was caught by surprise, especially by the window rolling up while her arm was extended and half my body out in an exuberant greeting. My paw weighted upon the window button, and for a few moments Grandma couldn’t figure out what was going on.
The window was about to amputate her arm and decapitate me. With a wiggle worm of a furry welcome between her and the steering wheel, she could not reach the button with her right hand to stop its ascent. Kirk was about to split his sides laughing at the dilemma while Suzanne offered squeals of worry, and Grandma was saying, “Oh, oh, oh…”
Finally, Grandma shoved me back over to my seat and responded to Kirk’s chuckles.
“That’s just how we roll,” she shrugged.
Last week, after parking the car in front of a friend’s store to shop, Grandma used the video app Marco Polo to have a brief chat with another friend, Amy. The cell phone was left lying in the car next to where I was napping. Grandma was unaware that as she lay the cell phone down, contact with the surface turned the POLO back on.
Amy watched me napping for 20 minutes while Grandma shopped. During that time, Amy’s phone rang which woke me up. I tried nosing Grandma’s cell phone to turn it off and Amy took a screenshot of my efforts.
When Grandma returned, she saw that Amy had tried to call her four times which was very unusual. While dialing Amy, she also recognized that the Polo had been running.
Before Amy could say, “Hello,” Grandma said, “Amy, you’ve known us long enough… that’s how we roll.”
The gals had a good giggle fit over the mess.
There are times when Grandma resorts to this:
“Why do I have to be in here?” I whine.
“You are not being punished. I just need a few minutes where I can know where you are and that nothing is going to happen,” she explains.
People wonder why Grandma doesn’t take herself too seriously.
She shrugs, “Petey has cured me of that. My need for decorum, to look good, dissipates with each passing day.”
All in all, things are rather lighthearted with us. Late at night, as she is reviewing that day, she breaks out laughing at the new things I’ve gotten into.
“Petey…” she says giggling, holding her hand to her forehead. That’s all she says. “Petey!”
And that’s how we roll…