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Shameless Hussy


Ginger overseeing her kingdom
The queen of the neighborhood

Hello to all,

 

Ginger, our dog, the self-proclaimed queen of the house, raged against a subject under her authority. For once, it wasn’t me. Instead, she came to me for comfort and acknowledgment of her righteous anger over an affront so egregious that it deserved her condemnation.

 

This week has been the picture of beautiful weather. The temperatures hovered in the mid-seventies during the day and cooled into the fifties at night. The northern breezes brought very comfortable humidity to northern Ohio. Tammy decided to tend to the gardens.

 

That day, she noticed the front flowerbed needed attention and left Ginger in the house since the front porch does not have a gate. Ginger saw Mom’s action as a slight to her authority and moaned quietly through the front window with displeasure.

 

Then, that old nemesis Bentley appeared at the border of our yard. He is the soft-spoken dog from next door that Ginger is convinced is out to kill us all. Mom took off her gloves and strolled over to say hi.

 

This did not go over well with the monarch of the house, who was watching the betrayal. She howled, “Stop, you shameless hussy,” watching the most trusted person in our home disrespect her crown. Ginger watched in horror as Mom bent down to pet the archnemesis of all that is holy. In a complete fit of rage, she raced from room to room trying to stop the cheating woman petting another dog in her sight.

 

Aaaarrrroooo, iiirrrrrrr, and roooroooo (cheater, Jezebel, unfaithful) filtered out the windows, trying to regain control over the shameless hussy flirting with another dog. Eventually, Mom returned to our house without being eaten by the dog next door. Ginger groaned out a stinging rebuke of having to see the betrayal of her most trusted Mom. She turned the cold, furry shoulder to her and walked away muttering, “Shameless hussy,” under her breath.

 

They made up at a quarter to four when Mom served her supper as usual. All was well, after a full belly of kibbles eased the pain of seeing Mom petting another dog.

 

Grace to all,

Danny Mac

 
 
 

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