Most weekends my wife and I go trollin’ for treasures. That’s what we call goin’ to yard sales, rummage sales, garage sales and flea markets. You would be surprised at some of the things we find and some of the cheap prices we pay for them. (We are going to have to have one of our own soon because we are runnin’ out of room to put stuff.)
We did real well at the first one. I picked up two antique chairs for $5 each. Something quiet unexpected happened at the second one.
We were greeted by a whole herd of wiener dogs. The lady said that one of them had been dropped off as a puppy a few months back and she was lookin’ for a good home for it. I said to my wife, “Come on honey let’s go.”
It’s not that I don’t like dogs…actually I like them too much and I’m still in mournin’ for my last dog, Sesay who was also a wiener dog. He died two years ago this month. Even though I am still in mournin’ for him I have in a way enjoyed the freedom of not havin’ a dog to own me..
“Can we take him home?” my wife begs with that you can’t possibly say no to this look in her eyes.
“Absolutely not,” I exclaim adamantly.
As we drove away I tried to make sure that she absolutely understood how I felt. “Okay, it’s your dog and you are going to be the one to take care of it.”
She replied, “I know that. He won’t be bit of trouble for you. Now stop at Wal-mart and get some shampoo so that you can give him a bath when we get home.”
His name is Rocky. He is clean. He doesn’t like us much yet because he misses the herd. He did take a nap with me on the couch but he refused to eat anything until I went back to Walmart and got him some special food.
I am sure there will be times I will miss my freedom but I am easily trained and will probably be perfectly satisfied to belong to Rocky for the rest of my life. He is a puppy and my health ain’t the best in the world so at least I might not have to go through the process of losin’ him.