The Visitors

So, we had visitors several times over the holidays. To be specific, Tug and Emma have come to visit several times since that first visit. It's gotten to be a normal routine, as well as pretty comical. They just show up. They swirl around on the front porch, waiting to be let in. They are expected; they know that it's allowed.

One of the times that they came, Lisa's dog Bailey was here. I call him Little Fox because he's well little, and fluffy alert and quick. He's very sharp, very smart. However, he matches out at about 20 pounds. Emma is sixtysomething pounds, and half pit bull. Tug is all Labrador, but easily 75 pounds, and super strong. They're just teenage thugs. Tug is like having a jock around, one who doesn't know it's not okay to throw you into the school lockers.

In any case, Bailey went crazy when they were there. He was whining and yipping, and running around trying to get the. Maybe we were overprotective, but we didn't let our visitors in. Instead, I ran them home. Incidentally, they expect this.

I know that they come to be patted, to swirl around the house a look for Ozma, and then I'll take them home. They come with me at least two reasons. First, I run with them. We run together like a big dog pack. I call out, "Come on, Tug," and swing my arm like a swimmer for diving into the surf or some froth of battle. And run gallops after me. Emma that comes to, but more gracefully. They know it's a kind of adventure. I play with them, I rumple them, I push Emma in the snow, and I pushed run around. Now the second reason they come is that I was bring treats. I'm not subtle, and they know that the treats come with. So we run, and when Tug seems to be getting distracted, will lure them back with a treat.

The last time we went down to take them back, Jackson, the other dog, was out. Jackson loves me and I don't get to see him very often anymore. He sort of squinted from a block away then came running towards us working like a big fool.( Jackson weighs 100 pounds.) He ran up to me and sat on my feet repented rolling his head back against me. He's like 100 pound lap cat. So, I showed up on Julie's porch with three big dogs one of them barking all of them swirling all of them wanting treats, all of them wanting in.

Emma still looks for Ozma, I think she always will. Tug, now, Tug seems to have accepted the new state of affairs. That too is sad.