Lately, I’ve been dreaming of a visit with my pal Greg. He lives in Southern Louisiana. I get crazy drool when anticipating all the food Greg’s gonna slip me.
Mom loves the warm, sunny weather, music, and amazingly sweet people that make Louisiana the place to be when the winter cold boldly marches into Minnesota.
Last week, my dream came true. We parked, I popped out of the auto, and Greg went around the corner to give me loves and tell me about all the food he had waiting for me. My tail was high and wagging with such speediness that I almost felt airborne.
Yes, my buddy Greg enjoys yummy food, but what really lit his fire was sharing that food with ME!
Okay, I’m doing a fib. Greg’s passion is music, music heard in tucked-away bars serving spirits that chill out the huuman’s brain. Greg shares the juke joints with Mom … his food with me.
I heard Greg ask Mom if he could give me stew, steak, chicken, eggs, bacon, sausage, and salmon. I looked at Mom with pleading eyes … “Please say yes, Mom, please say Yes; I beg you with every bone in my body to say YES.”
With a chuckle in her voice, Mom told Greg I could have some of those foods but not a lot and not all day long. She explained that she doesn’t feed me much of that type of food and doesn’t want me to get a tummy ache.
I wanted to scream – “Mom, I’d rather suffer a tiny tummy discomfort and savor all that yummy on my tongue.”
Mom’s a softy, so she let Greg indulge my tender vocal pleadings and body wags until I said “Thank you very much” by puking all over the floor. I saved my skin by aiming the projectile at the wood floor, missing the carpet by a foot.
Sadly, one incident of stomach distress ended my days of palette pleasure. I moped around with my head and tail hanging low, but it didn’t work. No more mercy was shown to me.
Everyone was so sad that Mom relented a tiny bit.
Greg satisfied his desire to keep the hound happy by sprinkling a bit of Salmon in my kibble and encouraging Mom to take me to the park instead of simply romping thru the neighboring field.
At the park, I could not only run, but the large body of water let me show off my swimming prowess. Greg always has my best interest at heart. I wish some of that would rub off on Mom.
Because Greg is such a great guy he provides a bed for my head.
Oops, this looked like the perfect place for me to snooze. I thought it was for me. I was all comfy until Mom growled at me, “Get the heck outta my bed, or at least move your big butt over.”
Mom expected me to sleep on the floor! I wanted to get Greg involved in this discussion, but meanie Mom locked me in and Greg out. She told me to quit looking at her with sorrowful eyes cuz I had a perfectly comfortable doggie bed on the floor, and many dogs would love to take my place!!!
I gave Mom a quick cuddle; then I haughtily hopped to the floor.
Stay tuned for more of our Lafayette, Louisiana adventures.
Luv Otis❤️
