Un-shaggy dog tales (with a feline coda)
My sweet and dear dog Penne (pronounced "Penny") is not at all shaggy as you can see But here are some un-shaggy dog tales. 1. When we take our first walk at about 6:15 a.m. I have to take a detour of about 100 yards so that I can get a copy of our local paper the "Sarasota Herald-Tribune" from a vending box. (Of course I could subscribe to the paper, but I have a semi-perverse delight in dropping my 75 cents in the box). For reasons which I do not understand and cannot explain, Penne is reluctant to take this detour. I have to tug her along. But once I have gotten the paper and begin to re-trace our steps, Penne perks up and resumes her normal pace. 2. We frequently walk around a local pond. From time to time Penne will stop in her tracks and gaze across the other side of the pond, maybe 150 yards away. Here is the sequence: jmp "Penne, what are you looking at?" No response. ...