Sunday, March 11, 2012
Bringing Home the Bacon
At the end of the meal I had to ask for some wrapping to bring the bacon home to Arlo. (The little guy just loves it when I bring him a food surprise.) Not wanting to wrap greasy stuff in a napkin and ruin my purse, I explained to the waiter that I had this little dog at home...
He listened, nodded, then stepped away. Moments later he set a takeout box on the table, and held out his cell phone. There was a photo of a couple of the cutest tan Chihuahuas. Their proud Papa told me a little bit about the two, and I realized that there was no need to apologize for packing up my dog treats; he understood everything. I've always said that dog owners are the most delightful people. And when sharing stories about our pets we create a kinship all our own.
Needless to say, Arlo was delighted with his bacon slices. He probably thought his prayers had been answered, even though he doesn't like it when I leave home without him. Glad that we only spring forward once a year, as this early bird stuff is for the birds.