I recently heard a one-liner from a movie I never saw, and now I can’t wait to work it into a conversation: “Don’t call me ‘sir,’ that’s like putting an elevator in an outhouse.” Townie strangers who run into me kind of recoil – you can see them consciously trying to decide if they’ve fallen into a Deliverance remake and if maybe they should be running.
But that’s just appearances, some of which I used to deliberately cultivate. Now I’ve been here 15 peaceful years and I carry a key to nearly every weekender home within a 2-mile radius, because entropy must be battled and I can be trusted to do that.
Not sure you can say the same thing about Tobie…
On this morning’s walkie I stopped in at the getaway of an occasional visitor, who has a friend that Tobie regards as the most wonderful, intriguing, ethereal creature he has ever encountered. Tobie disappeared inside with suspicious speed, and I found him worshipping at a particular altar…
And he wasn’t all that happy about leaving. I think he just planned to wait right there for his goddess’s return.
Laddie was the same way: He acted as if he had never encountered a female dog in his life. Tobie would probably have a better shot at the prize, but it’s a shame about that little operation he got in the shelter…
In the submarine force we said it “Don’t call me sir! My parents were married!” (Al officers were bastards…)
His tail is wagging so fast it’s a blur!