True Love
I've taken to bringing Fredly around back of our favorite coffee shop these days. This was prompted by his insisting on taking out any dogs that tried to walk down the block while I was inside ordering my frou-frou drink. The other day while Chris was holding him, he broke his chain collar and went after a dog, only to find out that the other dog had a buddy with him. Oops.Anyways, behind the coffee shop is an open iron work set of steps, of which Fred is terrified. He won't even walk across grates on the sidewalk, and these have no kick plate and are open grates. I tie Fred up at the bottom of the steps, so he doesn't have to deal with them. Today as Chris and I were about to tie up Muttley, we heard Belle, one of our favorite baristas, in the kitchen. So we called out to her, and she stepped out on the open grillwork porch. Fred was a dog on a mission. With legs trembling the whole way, he took each step gingerly to the top, scurried across the scary open grill work porch, and stood on the mats just outside the kitchen door. All this for a scratch on the ears from Belle. That's true love.
posted by MyHusbandRules @ 7:10 PM
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Dogs have that way about them, don't they? Whereas a cat would sit at the bottom of the steps, ignore you and wait for you to come to them. With a plate of tuna fish.
And if it wasn't the proper brand of tuna fish, fuhgeddaboutit.
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