What do these cute little dogs and I have in common? We are both patiently waiting for a special someone to come out of the dry-cleaners, and just when I didn't think I could take one more photograph. I tend to get exhausted after a long walk around the city, even more so when it is hot and according to Gregg I was on the verge of turning all shades of red and purple in that heat - oooooh, can't wait until the height of humidity in the summer. From Gregg, "This isn't hot!" but then he would be quite at home in the tropics, and besides he grew up in Virginia. Today was only 70ish and no humidity to speak of. In fact it was ideal walking weather, with a cool breeze that caressed one's face. It was gorgeous, even I loved it. Anyhow, I had said that I might as well put my camera away as I was too tired to take any more photos. I was actually dozing off when I looked over and there you go, a shot of energy went coursing through my veins. That camera was in my hand faster than I could shout, "Doggies!"
Do you blame me?
The little boy dog looked over and said, "Who are you waiting for?" I replied, "My hubby. Who are you waiting for?" "My Mommy. Daddy's getting tired too. She's been in there a long time." "Mine too!" I said.
"Does she like to talk?" I asked. "Oh yes, a lot!" And oh boy, could I relate! Yes I am smiling Gregg.
He was very chatty this cute-as-a-button boy dog, but his little friend with the pretty bows in her hair paid no mind to either of us. She just wanted her mommy to come back to the car so that they could go home, just like me. I think she was turning all shades of red and purple under that white fur. She was so intent on telepathically sending thoughts to her mommy to get out of there, that I hoped some were bouncing off the chatty guy standing at the counter.
Gregg has made friends and enjoys chatting to the young people at our dry-cleaners, and apparently so does their mommy. They are really nice young people in there, some putting themselves through school, all very hard working and some who are from other countries. Gregg enjoys learning about various places in the world from people who once lived there. I sometimes have to ask him if he would mind not taking too long, like today for instance when I feel the need to get home and kiss the floor after I walk through the door. Yes I know I am being a little overly dramatic, but my feet are sore and they're talking back to me. So, the little pooches and I wait patiently for our chatty family members to return and take us away.
Added note: A few friends left comments expressing their concern for these little dogs being cooped up in the car. I just wanted to assure you that their 'daddy' was sitting behind the wheel and I noticed that the air-conditioner was running, so they were nice and cool and comfortable. I would have been concerned too but was happy to see that the 'kids' were well taken care of, just missing their mommy.