Now I have been told everyone has a talent and well, I am Jakita, so I have plenty. I can be sociable, a BFF, or even an at your command Robodog, always ready for whatever action is required at any given moment. If it sounds frightfully demanding to keep all those balls in the air at one time, deciphering what I should do when, well, I am the Ultimate Earth Dog, remember:
One of my tried and true skills (which I have been told many dogs share) is that I can tell time. I know to the minute when it is walk time and should Momma find herself busy doing something else, I don’t let her get way with it. I speak right up, I register a complaint. I run back and forth from her to the door until I am dizzy. You’ll be happy to know it works. Momma puts aside her project, grudgingly it seems to me, all the while talking about art of compromising but I don’t listen. It is all good…. I got my way.
In the park we meet up with all sorts of Two Legged on the way from loving dog owners to the visually impaired soul that is guided with not one but two Caregivers, one on each side of him. Sometimes he takes off on them. He is very fleet of foot although he probably has no clue where he is headed…. do any of us really know what time it is? Now when I dart off, I stop and let Momma catch up with me….the things you do for love.
On our way home we pass a small flower parkette, that has a Memorial to honor those who lost their lives in Hurricane Hazel. Insignificant as it is, that little strip sees lots of shenanigans.
Sometimes the Ladies of the Night hang there, waiting for, well, maybe a ride home, while the police sit in their cars, in the parking lot not two hundred feet away watching, waiting for the next catastrophe to send them, sirens blaring, on duty.
Other times we may see a bicycle, propelled at maximum speed, whizzing past Momma and I on the sidewalk, no less, approaching a customer sitting on the little brick wall across from the parkette. Faster than the eye can see, hands press together, an exchange completed. The biker, like a mirage disappears, the customer casually, stands up, hops the wall and Momma and I are left thinking, ‘Did we imagine that?’
So my dear Watsons, it is a marvelous place to live because it stretches your mind, forcing a body to have its senses sharpened because otherwise you might miss something…and that is the whole idea….you don’t want to miss anything.
Just today Momma was reading that Alzheimer’s is more likely to strike an idle body and mind. Momma and I do not have to worry about that because we are a tad too nosy for that to happen….
