"View From The Canine Fashion Police!"

 

Good Morning, Thursday, y'all.

Wow, one whole day without any rain. Hopefully, today will be the same. And, no August hurricanes. I'm told that that is a record.

A week or so ago, a woman dressed in a very fashionable, colorful, floral dress walked up the the coffeehouse door. She was rather tall and statuesque and in her Sunday best on a Saturday. Passing Harper and Hendrix, Giddy Up's regular Saturday visitors of owner Dennis and Barbara Ackerson, the two Corgis, stood up from their position under the table and starting barking.

The normally well behaved dogs only get riled up when patrons arrive with their dogs, but this time they started barking at the woman so fashionably dressed.

Owner Dennis couldn't get to the spray bottle of water fast enough to subdue their intensity. It made little difference because Harper and Hendrix seemed to be suspicious of the woman. Maybe, the dogs thought she was seriously overdressed for such a place like this.

The woman stopped and smiled momentarily as she prepared to address the canine fashion police.

"My goodness, she said, I guess they don't approve of my new look!"

There's was no placating the pups as they continued expressing their disgust until the lady entered the coffeehouse. I wonder whenever she leaves, if she'll use the front door exit.

Second cup!

Copyright 2022/ Ben Bensen III

" A Fiftieth Anniversary Golden Gulp!"

A 20 ounce cup!

 Good "soon to get wet" Friday Morning, all bodies.

So funny. Yesterday, I showed up to met a guy at Giddy Up around 2pm. I got there early and a casual friend asked,

"What are you doing here? You're an early visitor here, right?

"Yeh, man (I can never remember his name!) I'm here to meet a potential client," I replied.

I got to the coffeehouse with time to spare, so I figured I'd sketch the new coffee mug that Tee surprised me with on our anniversary day, August 11th.

When the "client" strolled, he waved and said hello. We know each other from my Gus's days where I first met his wife many times before being introduced to him. I thought he was waiting for a coffee or to be served, so I didn't bother him.

A few minutes later, noticing him searching for something or someone, he came over to ask me if I saw anyone looking for him...

"I'm here, John said, to meet a client!"

"Yeh, I said, I know... I'm the client you're looking for!"

"What?"

We both had a good laugh and then, got down to business.

First cup!

Copyright 2022/Ben Bensen III

Lost and Found Again...

 Good Friday Morning, all bodies.

Wanna thank everyone for all the wonderful congratulatory comments and well wishes. We had a fun day, yesterday, just being together.

About four or five months ago, I talked Therese into replacing her glasses with some new ones. I didn’t really want to participate in what style glasses she would buy. I felt that just getting her to a place was good enough. Over the many years, she’s always looked great in any of the ones she chose to wear.

Well, about a month ago, she was forced to wear the second pair she bought because she misplaced the first pair which she like best. She didn’t care the second pair which she said was heavy and made her look like her mother.

Man O’ man, we searched EVERYwhere in the house. We even checked under the pillows of the sofas and then, tipped over the sofas to inspect the possibilities, but with no luck. Because she hated that second pair, I talked her into buying two more pair.

This time, I paid attention to what she wanted to buy and gave my approval on the two new ones she bought.

Now, understand me when I say that we looked everywhere for that first pair of glasses. No stone was left unturned… for weeks!

Yet, yesterday, while replacing an old monitor for a new one, behind the sliding tray that housed the computer’s keyboard was, quietly sitting, Therese’s “hide and go seek” glasses. The possibility of ever finding those spectacles would have been slim and none, but now she has four pairs of glasses to wear and to “lose and find!”

Not to be undone, I sent the entire gym full of trainers to search and find my solo car key which I could have sworn I brought with me to the gym. When I know that I’m gonna be active, I usually take my car key off the cumbersome and, always in the way, keychain.

They looked everywhere. Under lifecycles, therapy beds, weights, treadmills, Universal weight machines and benches and just about everywhere, but to no avail. Luckily, Therese brought her purse into the gym which housed her set of keys because my missing solo car key fell out of my pocket and onto the car seat… unbeknownst to me. I later called the gym to thank them for the “wild goose chase” I sent them on to find my solo car key.

Talk about an interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association…Symbiosis has nothing on us.

First cup…

Copyright 2022/Ben Bensen III