Sandy giggled and shook her head when she finally stepped out of the shower to hear a ferocious dog barking in her front room. The reason it struck her so funny was when she came out of the shower sitting on the fluffy lilac bath mat was Minnie just a waggin her little tail. So to hear the big ol bark from the other room and actually see the cute lil fur face in front of her made her whole day.
“What did you think the Moms was gonna hop down the drain and run away from the Min Pins?”
Minnie wriggled but then trotted out of the room.
“That’s what I thought. You go in in there and wait in the Moms bed, I’m just gonna be a sec with the towel and the lotion”
Sandy listened out for the jingle of Minnie’s collar because that’s when she knew her beloved doggie did in fact get into her bed to wait for her.
“That’s a good girl, Mommy won’t be long.” Sandy smiled at herself in the mirror. She often wondered what she would look like to someone who had a hidden camera on her. Not for nothin, she talked to her Minnie all day long about everything. Sandy knew good and well that dogs were unable to watch TV like humans, but that didn’t stop her from calling Minnie out of her lil fur bed to come watch her favorite Wednesday night detective series with her on the couch.
And you couldn’t tell Sandy that her Minnie doesn’t recognize the music from the sad behind ASPCA commercials. Every time Sandy would see that commercial, she would stop whatever she was doing and find Minnie, who was usually all curled up under the covers, and kiss her and tell her that she loves her doggie super duper much and would never ever hurt her.
So quite obviously after the third or fourth time that commercial came on, Minnie got hip to the game and started jumping off of and crawling under Sandy’s bed.
It may be true that dogs can’t watch TV or see colors, but Sandy would swear on a stack of Bible’s that Minnie had a sarcastic sense of humor. Case in point, Sandy swore Minnie once huffed a puff of disapproving air when Sandy told her to scoot over and cuddle with her. And that was the moment Sandy realized that she preferred Minnie’s company to most humans. Until she bumped into the man that had her lotioning her legs just a little longer this morning. Minnie became impatient and burrowed under the light throw Sandy kept draped over the foot of the bed. She assumed Minnie was just the type of dog that preferred to burrow rather than climb the monstrosity of pillows Sandy had on her bed. She had so many pillows that folk were actually shocked that Sandy didn’t have a headboard on her bed. The pillows were, in fact, all the faux headboard she needed. So when she finally came out of the bathroom, Sandy flopped her slightly damp behind atop of her fluffy bath robe and scooted back to let the sea of pillows cushion her back as she finished lotioning her legs until they glistened from the shea butter. And because Sandy wasn’t too familiar with all of the functions on her phone, it would continue to bark in her pocket until she checked the notification.
But Sandy didn’t have to check it to know it was Cedric. Even in the conversations with her intuition, Sandy ain’t feel comfortable enough to refer to him as C, so it kinda made her giggle that she labeled him a dog already. T’was a nervous, skeptical giggle tho.
***Hazelnut Cream Cappuccino with Vanilla Splash & Disco 🍫 🍬 chased with ice water & Clementine 🌱💨