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one more day

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I wake up at 5:20 when Pirate the little pug grand dog starts whining. "Is it time to get up yet?" he seems to say.  He looks at me in a way that only a one eyed pug named "Pirate" can do.   Hanzo, the other grand dog, a Boston Terrier  is over by Bruce's side of the bed waiting for Bruce to rub his belly.  Bruce reaches down and gives him a few belly pets and Hanzo goes back to bed.  Pirate goes reluctantly back to his bed, but not without a whimper of protest, much like a little kid.  He will stay there for ten minutes and then try again to get me up. I hold my breath and wait to hear if our dog Jack is going to get up.  His bed is on the floor on my side of the bed.   Finally I hear his usually shake and he is standing by the bedroom door, tail wagging.  I smile, knowing that he will be with us for one more day at least.  I get up and see his usual tail wag greeting as I head into the bathroom. 12 years ago today, we got Jack from the Humane Society and b

cranky old guys

I like old people.  But every once in a while I run into one who is so caustic and mean that I cannot help but yell cranky things back at them.   I don't like cranky people whether they are men or women, young or old.  Cranky people suck the good day right out of you. When I say, "run into them" I mean this pretty literally  Most of the cranky old guys I have encountered have been while I was out running.   The worst one was when my youngest son was about eight years old.  He accompanied me on my run on his bicycle, along with our dog Bailey.   This was one time that I had forgotten my poop bag and Bailey decided to do his business right in front of a house where an old guy was just getting into his car to drive off somewhere.  I remember that the car was a typical old guy car (OK I am stereotyping) - a big Cadillac.  His wife was already in the car.   Before Bailey was even finished pooping he went on a tirade.  He looked so nice at first, that I was shocked to see him