Franny Chooses a Bed
Tag: Yellow Lab
Chapter 8 – Soap
“Whatcha smiling about, Fleegle?” I ask, while sitting out on the patio in the sun.
“Nothing in particular, just smiling. The sun is out, the spring grass is growing and sweet tasting, and Franny has turned out to be a good source of sticks.”
“Sticks?” I ask. “Is that some form of dog euphemism for something I don’t want to know about?”
“You mean like the kitty brand peanut butter? Nope, sticks mean sticks.”
He points his nose at her across the yard where she’s laying in the grass chewing on one now. “See? She’s found another.”
He runs over and takes it away from her, then trots back to the patio. “I never knew I had so many sticks until she started pointing them out to me.”
I now notice he’s perched on a pile of them. “All of those sticks are your?”
“Of course. It’s my yard. I’ve put my moniker on pretty much everything back here. Even a rainstorm can’t wash my mark off. Once it’s on, it’s on to stay.”
I feel something grab my big toe sticking out of my sandal and look down. Franny has settled in for a good chew on my foot.
She looks up at me and says, “He’s right. You’re the only thing back here that doesn’t smell like his pee.”
“Ha, that’s not for his lack of trying, and because I use a lot of soap,” I say as Fleegle eyes my big toe and tries to get into position to cock his rear leg.
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It’s My Couch Now
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Chapter 7 – Sandwich Making Supervisors
Fleegle and Franny watch me make a sandwich for lunch. “The key is to get him to put so much mayonnaise on his sandwich that when he bites into the bread, the mayonnaise is squeezed out and drips onto the floor. Anything on the floor is ours,” Fleegle says. “Raud eats off of a plate, so think of the floor as our big plate.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “You do realize I can hear what you’re saying?”
“No you can’t. I was talking to her.”
“Oh, is that how it works?”
“Raud, focus, don’t let your petty anxieties distract you from your work,” Fleegle says, then begins to imitate the voice from one of my meditation CDs. “Listen to your Zen master and be one with your work. Apply the mayonnaise with long, even strokes of the butter knife. Actually, put the knife down and use a big soup spoon. Now switch hands and apply again. Feel the balance. Now pick up a second spoon and apply with both hands. Immerse yourself in the balance of dual handed mayonnaise application. Become one with your sandwich. Feel the mayonnaise flow across the bread like waves of creamy goodness.”
More like a mayo tsunami, I think.
Franny tilts her head to the side at Fleegle. “Why are you speaking so weird?”
“I’m telling him what his higher-self would tell him.”
“His higher-self must really like mayonnaise,” she says.
“Yes, but Raud doesn’t know that, he’s never met him.”
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Chapter 6 – Ham & Cheese To Go
I’m standing in front of the open fridge checking what there is to eat when I hear Fleegle behind me. He could be no where to be seen but at the sound of the fridge door opening, he magically materializes out of thin air. “Whatcha doing, Raud?”
“I’m thinking about fixing something to eat.”
“Oh boy, what am I having?”
“Not you, me.”
“Didn’t you learn to share as a kid?”
Franny drags a stick inside from the yard. “Do all people think have to about things so much before doing them? Or is it just you?”
“This is nothing,” Fleegle says. “At least he’s thinking about something and not just thinking about thinking.”
“Okay, I’ve decided,” I say.
Fleegle sits next to Franny and says, “Wait for it.”
“Yes, I’m going to make a sandwich.”
Fleegle’s tail sweeps the floor behind. “He’s a terrible sandwich maker. He does it all backwards. He puts the mayonnaise on the bread instead of the bread in the mayonnaise.”
Franny spits out a chunk of wood from her stick. “What’s a sandwich?” she asks.
“A sandwich is an awesome way to eat mayonnaise,” he says and thumps his tail against the floor.
Franny looks at Fleegle. “What’s mayonnaise?”
Fleegle shakes his head. “I’ve no idea.”
“But you eat it?”
“Of course.”
“So you eat things even when you don’t know what they are?”
“I’m a Labrador.”
“So am I but every time I start chewing on something that smells tasty, Raud pulls it out of my mouth and shoves that pink rubber thing in my face.”
“That’s the puppy Kong. Impossible to eat, but you can eat what Raud puts inside it.”
“What’s he put inside it?” she asks.
Fleegle watches me lay the cold cuts on the cutting board and get the jar of mayo from the fridge. “Well, if it were up to me, I’d put a few slices of ham in there, along with some provolone cheese, then slather it in mayonnaise.”
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Pensive Franny
Gnawing the Bone 