Oxnard--Sunday afternoons and evenings are kind of a quiet and peaceful time at my house; generally, I write news articles, get the Sentry budget organized for the next edition, and if there’s time, I’ll watch a movie or two.
ON this particular Sunday, I had two fans, Daisy and Buddy, sitting at my feet, eyeballing me intently. As I completed the articles, I read them to the dogs, and they sat there intently listening; I started thinking, wow, I have the most well-read dogs in the neighborhood.
After article two, I decided to get a snack and a cup of hot chocolate, so I wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and, to my surprise, two little faces were staring at me, hopefully wagging their tails.
Then I realized Daisy and Buddy are not well-read news dogs sitting at my feet; I have a pair of treat gremlins waiting to pounce in the first thing I place in front of them.
I don’t mind it at all, and to be honest, they’re a pleasure to take care of. I used to revel in caring for The Sarge and The Paramedic, and having some four-legged friends depending on me…
