MeeMaw worked today, and Bonnie and PeePaw romped around and actually did some work in the yard today. After MeeMaw got home, we left Her Royal Redness in her crate and went down to the town to return library books and eat a late dinner/early supper at Burgers R Us in Lynn Garden. Very good chow. We were served by a lady with whom PeePaw used to work at the hospital (she's still there, but works part-time on the weekends waitressing). Then it was back home for some more romping with Bonnie.
One thing about having a dog - they can really make a person take stock of life and the future. Here PeePaw is contemplating his new career as perfume salesman at the ladies counter in Belk's...
Another great thing about dogs is that one can take all sorts of liberties with their dignity and live to tell about it. If one tried to put a hat on Butternut, one would bear more scars than one has room for. But Bonnie took it all in stride. Fact of business, she does a pretty mean Texas Two-Step.
This morning, Bonnie took PeePaw for a long walk, and we ended up at the cemetery. She enjoyed herself quite a bit, and particularly enjoyed watching the cows across the road. She has a natural dignity and is very photogenic, but is not at all haughty or "show-doggy."
Perhaps one of the best things about Bonnie is her eagerness to please and her ready obedience. She does typical puppy things (chasing the cats, attacking PeePaw when he's not looking, eating the cats' food if we don't monitor her movements in the house, etc.). But we never have to raise our voices with her. She understands our speech very well and immediately complies with whatever we direct her to do. She made PeePaw rather nervous last night in an encounter with a local critter (more about that in a separate post), but is very pleasant.
Except for one thing.
She has that peculiar canine habit (Sophie had the same habit) of looking at the cats' litterbox as a salad bar of sorts. So if we're not watching her very, very keenly, she slips into the utility room and thinks to herself, "Let's see...what shall we have tonight?" But we will speak of this no further, and we will pray for Bonnie's rehabilitation.
Bonnie is, incidentally, the first big dog either of us have ever owned. She is such a presence. And it's very touching to see how devoted to us she's become in a very short period of time.
Bonnie loves her some MeeMaw. And MeeMaw loves her some Bonnie.
Rest well, loved ones.
