Rain, rain, rain.
Where I used to live they got one foot of snow last night.
Never thought I would miss that.
But I sort of do.
Now that the man is back on graveyard shift...
I'm back to making diner at 7:00 AM
and pretending to talk to Roxy when I am speaking to myself...
most of the day long.
We have one outing every morning
to our local mini mart that has a drive up window.
They have cheap coffee that is actually good
and if you have a hanker for it...
biscuits and gravy also cheap.
$2.58 will get you a big serving of both.
I avoid the biscuits and gravy.
At any rate...
Roxy has learned that the kid who serves at the
drive up window keeps dog treats for her there.
As I pull up,
she gets behind my headrest and shoves her big head
as far as she can through the small space...
making loud snuffling noises.
Twice she has startled the girls who fill in
for the kid on his days off.
But they recover and Roxy gets her happy treat.
So the man sends me to the bank to make a deposit.
Off Roxy and I go.
On the way there I decide not to go inside the bank.
I've got my flip flops on and I don't like the idea of soggy socks.
Its been raining for days.
By now you've guessed it.
I have to roll my window down entirely just to put the deposit
into the drawer that pops out.
That narrow gap between my headrest and
potential doggie treat opens wide...
It should have been very funny.
The way she tossed the money and slip into the air
as she screamed and windmilled her arms
to keep from falling over.
But I felt terrible.
Roxy is not a mean dog.
She's just a goof of a dog who thinks drive up windows have Milk Bones.
The bank lady doesn't know that the bark she heard
was Roxy's higher pitched happy chirp.
She heard the war whoop of a crazed pit bull.
After a moment or two...
when one of the other bank ladies ran over to see what the trouble was...
and that lady laughed.
Roxy had her ears perked up and her tail wiggling for all she was worth...
tongue lolling out of the side of her chompers.
She would have gladly jumped through the thick glass
and played pick-up with them.
The frightened teller collected herself
and apologized for over reacting.
I apologized for Roxy's behavior.
Then the teller apologized to Roxy for only having suckers,
no Milk Bone biscuits.
I drove away on happy terms with the bank staff.
All the same...
I'm thinking that Roxy isn't going
to the drive up window at the bank again soon.
I did stop on the way home long enough to run into the market...
for some Milk Bone biscuits.
By the way... has anyone seen a show called