Hello everyone! It's Runtly, the ever so entertaining Jack Russell Terrier, JRT, for short. Mom has been busy involving herself in a bunch of political hoopla and I told her she needed to back away from the computer. I decided she needed to come back to reality and understand the real meaning of life.
I took her outside and told her to listen. Just listen. We could here birds chirping, crows making that nasty sound they make, I don't like crows. We could hear people talking and geese honking.
I told her to take a good look around. For one, there were hundreds of trees for me to pee on, although she didn't seem to be impressed with my take on trees. So I kicked pine needles in all directions, with all four feet at the same time, just to show her my toxic masculinity, silly humans, and that did make her smile. Then we looked and saw all the birds who were chirping and the cawing crows. We watched the ripples on the pond made by the lonesome duck paddling across the water. I wanted to make him go really fast, to see if he could kick up a rooster tail, but Mom said that wasn't a very good idea.
We walked for a long time and I told Mom to smell the air. She looked at me with the same tilt of her head that I give to her, but it didn't take too long for her to catch on. We sniffed the air. We could smell the rain that had fallen the day before. We could smell the hamburgers cooking at the fast food joint up the street. I think I'd like to try one of those. We could smell the burnt toast aroma from a little bistro that really should change their name to "The Burnt Toast Factory", because they burn it everyday. Bistro.....I like that word....Bistro. I wanted Mom to get down on the ground so she could get a whiff of what I can smell down here, but she declined. Too bad, she doesn't know what she's missing.
I told Mom to just pay attention. Pay attention to what was going on around her all the time. There is always something happening! It could be a squirrel or leaves blowing across the road. It could be the wind blowing up against her face or an airplane in the sky. It could be a tree limb cracking or a siren in the distance. I can hear those a mile away and I don't like them one bit!
We sat on a bench and I set in her lap. Just the two of us, me and Mom. She says that's not proper grammar.....grammar swammar. I looked deep into her eyes and she scratched my ears and the side of my neck. I really like it when she scratches the side of my neck. I gave a big sigh, Mom does that too, and curled up in her lap. I closed my eyes and took a short siesta, without a care in the world and we just enjoyed that very moment. And that, my friends is the true meaning of life. Mom says I'm not supposed to start a sentence with the word 'and'. Dogs can roll their eyes too. Woof!
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