Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Pocket Watch?

It was a cold, dreary, mizzly day. I'd left Ray curled up on the couch watching Wuthering Heights while I worked in the garage with power tools making his cousin, Hannah, a Christmas present. I had no idea what time it was but I knew the time for Ray's afternoon walk (3:00) must be approaching.
There was a knock at the garage door; the one that goes into the laundry room. I opened the door to the dog. His head was down around his knees in typical Ray mode.
"What's up buddy?" I asked my dog. "Is it time for your walk?"
I walked into the kitchen to check the clock on the stove. It was 2:59.

8 comments:

  1. Wowie! Talk about a creature of habit! Isn't it funny how they just "know" when it's time?

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  2. See, just more proof that blind dogs are the best!! Way to go Ray!

    Uh...you did take him for a walk, right?

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    1. Well, yeah, I did. But he had to wait about 20 minutes while I finished up what I was doing. I don't want him to think he runs my life. (even though he does)

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  3. Pocket watch?? Dont you mean Watch dog?? heeheehee

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    1. Ooooo, good one! Wish I'd thought of that!

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  4. If you find Ray's watch let me know. Been looking for Roxy's.
    Dinner better be at 5pm sharp or else :/

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  5. Wuthering Heights = cold, dreary, mizzly film.
    ~MfT

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