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03.16.03 My yard is an explosion of color. No less than ten azalea bushes have bloomed simultaneously this morning leaving my eyes raw and throbbing when I get too close to their spectacular display. Spring comes so early and so hard in north central Florida that I expect it to be accompanied by orchestras and choirs. In fact, I'm disappointed that it's not. The striking pageant that is my back yard, front yard, and two side yards deserves a more dignified fanfare than me cranking Big Audio Dynamite through a window while I play outside with the dogs.
And that was no typo. Dogs. Not Dog. Ouija has a new rescue-pup friend named Theo. We tried him out a few weeks ago on the recommendation of his groomer (who always has his best interests at heart except when she insists on wrapping him in holiday themed bandanas after a haircut). (Furcut?) (Haircut, furcut, does it matter? He's clearly humiliated when forced to don Santa, leprechauns, Easter bunnies, Uncle Sam, jack-o-lanterns, turkeys and pilgrims around his neck.) Young Theo is a fine pup so far with the singular exception of not knowing his name. While this is frustrating when he sneaks out of the yard and I have to do a lot of yelling and whistling and running around to bring him back (to the certain amusement of my neighbors), surprisingly it also makes me sad. Such a good boy who knows tricks like sit, stay, fetch and best of all NO, implies that he once had a whole other family who raised him, loved him and then lost him. He'll never hear his real name again. I get all weepy when I think about it. But then I imagine running into his careless owners one day, shouting at me, "HEY! That's MY dog!" Then? Then I'm angry because they were so irresponsible. Weepy? Angry? Does he bring me any joy you ask? Yes yes. Two dogs are twice the fun and twice the laughs. Two dogs are also twice the vet bill. After we had him for a week or so, we discovered Theo came fully equipped with a case of worms which he generously shared with his new brother the Weege. Last night I became half convinced they gave them to me so I spent an inordinate amount of time looking up these and giving myself the willies. Don't miss the penultimate one. Rah!
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