The Park
My day began at the local park. I had an hour of run, sniff, and investigate. This log was particularly challenging. I could hear and smell something dodging this way and that, yet I couldn’t get a bead on the rascal.
I happened upon a little pool of water. Mom did Yoga while I splashed around.
I was excited. The way this morning started led me to believe the rest of my day would follow suit. Boy, was I wrong.
The Library
Mom drove from the park right to the public library. Now peoples you must understand that Mom spends hours per day reading. That means she spends a huge chunk of time at libraries. Most people who travel set out to see the sights. Not My Mama, she finds libraries.
When we parked at the library, Mom left the sunroof open and my window down a third. She knows that if she leaves my escape hole, I mean window, open more than a little, I tend to jump out.
After telling me to be good, Mom jauntily walks into the library. Five minutes later the adventure began. To be honest, all I wanted to do was be part of a space my Mom spends so much time in. I think you two-leggeds call it bonding. I would have had a better reception had I meekly found and sat quietly by My Mom.
But, unfortunately, I was still wound up by my romp in the park. As soon as the library doors saw my hunkiness, they magically opened. I don’t need a kick in the pants when I see an obvious welcome. I flew through the doors; ran down the slip-and-slide tiled floor, scrambling for purchase as I swung my back end around and bounded toward a nice man holding a book. His eyes were huge saucers when he saw me bounding toward him.
Mom was focused on finding the perfect books to read. She didn’t hear the automatic glass doors open. Nor did she feel me race past her to say “Hi” to the guy at the other end of the library. When everyone in the place gasped, the atmosphere changed and finally Mom pulled her head out of the books and looked around.
The next thing I heard was Mom saying, “Damnit Otis, I told you to stay in the car.” She followed that with “Come.” So, I raced right past her and went into the children’s section. This was Saturday morning, so the children’s section was occupied by many. All the parents grabbed a breath as they grabbed their kids. I’m not scary looking, but my size can be a wee intimidating.
Mom called me again, but this time with a grump in her voice. I tucked my tail and followed her out of the building.
What I noticed about investigating the library was two-fold:
- It’s a quiet place.
- Everyone in that place had huge, bulging, eyes.
Aftermath
When we got back to the car Mom realized I jumped outta the sunroof. I was waiting to hear “Wow, you are such an amazing dog. I’m so proud of your agility and willingness to risk death to follow me.” Instead, I got a stern lecture regarding my poor behavior. Adding insult to injury, Mom closed the sunroof halfway when we got to the grocery store.
On one hand, I caused a stir, on the other hand, I gave those patrons a gift. No one will leave the library without a story and it’s not found in any of those books. Best of all … No one screamed.
(Please hit the like button. Mom gets warm fuzzies when her effort is acknowledged. I know, she kinda high maintenance.)
Luv, Otis 💗
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