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Contemplating Clancy (#3):

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Father.

 

"Who? Why are you calling me father?"

 

Sir, are you not my father?

 

"I'm your Dad, Clancy, just Dad. And why are you talking funny?"

 

I'm endeavoring to improve upon my English.

 

"Endeavoring...did your Cousin Milo slip you some of his catnip last time we were over?"

 

I'm just saying, I could use a little self-improvement. I mean, is this all there is for me in life? We get up in the morning, you scratch our bums, we break our fast, then you and Mom do your thing all day and I'm left bouncing a ball off my head until you get home. All that's missing are steel bars and a tin cup. Remember, a day for you is like a week for me.

 

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but someone's got to pay for your dog food and vet bills."

 

Frankly, we could skip the vet visits. I'm not THAT hard up for

activities. And really, the last time we were there he asked you for a specimen of my feces. I mean, honestly!

 

"Besides, you get to do a lot of things. We visit your cousins Duke and Milo and Buddy, you go to the dog park to play with your friends, you scout the property when I'm outside doing lawn or car stuff. I bring you with me in the car whenever I can, we walk the Trail almost every evening, longer and sometimes twice a day on the weekends-do you even remember the last time we missed our walk?"

 

Three weeks ago last Friday when-

 

"So you see, I'm doing the best I can."

 

This is not about you, it's about me finding myself.

 

"Wait, is this about you wanting to go outside? You're always

trying to trick me into-"

 

That hurts, father. I just want to discover what it is to be canine. Can I help it if that can only be realized out of doors?

 

"So this IS about you wanting to go out?"

 

Oh, the pain of it all!

 

"Okay, okay. Would it help if we went out back to toss the ball

around?"

 

Oh, could we, father?

 

"Ya, if you stop calling me that, but remember, I'm watching the football game in half an hour. Promise you won't make a scene when it's time to come in, or look around all confused like you don't know who's calling your name."

 

Your wish, etc. Now, I have only one more thing to say: What's

with football? Three hours your stress levels are through the roof-think I don't feel that? It's such a waste of time, and not healthy for you.

 

"Not as healthy as, say, three hours outside?"

 

I'm just saying...

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Throwback Clancy, 3yrs 4wks

 

THROWBACK Clancy album: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157655594489275

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