bellman banter
"May I be of service, sir?"
"No, I'm waiting."
"On what, sir?"
"On who."
"Who, sir?"
"I'm not sure."
"I'm sorry, sir?"
"I'm not."
Seamus
It’s been two years today. I’ve been waiting.
I frankly have had little heart to be here. Perhaps it’s that I’ve been waiting.
I sit silently on the porch in the early morning hours; my hands warm around the coffee mug and watch our menagerie venture out into the wee first light. I often talk to the Buffledog in these lone moments – these were our times in the pre-dawn and we only missed our walks when one or the other of us was down with injury or sickness. These walks were magical, mysterious, sometimes guarded, sometimes filled with discovery and always full of greetings for our fellow early risers. I sometimes hear my neighbor walk his old Lab, but cannot see them on the road. I sit silently on the porch and wait.
The chores here are endless and often solitary. More than once I’ve turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of my friend and companion. I feel his presence. I wish I could feel his fur. Still I wait.
On what, sir?
On who.
April Fool’s Day. The phone rings and a familiar name pops up on the screen. I smile and answer, stepping outside to the building front and sit on the steps. We catch up as old friends do after a long absence. Then I listen for 10 minutes.
“Talk it over” she says, “and call me later this evening.” I already knew the answer.
His AKC name is Giorgio.
We haven’t named him yet – soon - he's all Buffledog though!!!
He’s 11 months old.
He’s gorgeous.
He’s a goofball … purrrrrrrrrfect!
He’s Taylor’s nephew.
I’m driving to Idaho on April 21st to pick him up.
I’m waiting, but I’m smiling.
Here’s his pic from 2 weeks ago.
I frankly have had little heart to be here. Perhaps it’s that I’ve been waiting.
I sit silently on the porch in the early morning hours; my hands warm around the coffee mug and watch our menagerie venture out into the wee first light. I often talk to the Buffledog in these lone moments – these were our times in the pre-dawn and we only missed our walks when one or the other of us was down with injury or sickness. These walks were magical, mysterious, sometimes guarded, sometimes filled with discovery and always full of greetings for our fellow early risers. I sometimes hear my neighbor walk his old Lab, but cannot see them on the road. I sit silently on the porch and wait.
The chores here are endless and often solitary. More than once I’ve turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of my friend and companion. I feel his presence. I wish I could feel his fur. Still I wait.
On what, sir?
On who.
April Fool’s Day. The phone rings and a familiar name pops up on the screen. I smile and answer, stepping outside to the building front and sit on the steps. We catch up as old friends do after a long absence. Then I listen for 10 minutes.
“Talk it over” she says, “and call me later this evening.” I already knew the answer.
His AKC name is Giorgio.
We haven’t named him yet – soon - he's all Buffledog though!!!
He’s 11 months old.
He’s gorgeous.
He’s a goofball … purrrrrrrrrfect!
He’s Taylor’s nephew.
I’m driving to Idaho on April 21st to pick him up.
I’m waiting, but I’m smiling.
Here’s his pic from 2 weeks ago.
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