Want to hear something ridiculous?
I thought I had a wild night.
Is it midnite?
It is 8pm.
I am home.
In the 3 hours since I left work, I had the time of my life.
2 glasses of wine, before moving on to the patio of GMax and Patti.
Remind me not to get a puppy.
I am exhausted, just watching that little goof.
I have decided: kids and puppies ? Only if you are young.
However, that little crazy pup was so engaging, so crazy, so wild, that I put aside all my issues of the day, and just laughed and laughed at his amazing antics.
A wonderful ending to an exhausting work week.
And then: Home.
Guess who was waiting for me at the door?
Yes, Puff Daddy.
We went through our nightly ritual.
Puff is there, voicing her opinion, with a snooty attitude: Err Err Err Err.
I feed her.
She acts like a turkey, gobbling her food.
When she has finished, she approaches me with that attitude: Err Err Err Err.
Yes, she has a limited vocabulary, but she struts around me, waiting for me to respond.
I ask her what she wants, and she looks at me like I am an idiot.
I tell her I am tired.
I am going to bed.
She slinks away, to find a comfortable spot.
I wonder: Does she understand what I am saying?
Or do I understand what she means?
Well, either way, we seem to have this instant replay every night.
I guess it is true: All living creatures have their rituals.
Creatures of habit.
I must admit: It is a satisfying and comforting pleasure of living.