Friday, February 21, 2014

Nose in the Wind—Biggie—Year Three

Biggie is now seven years old.  I know.  Last year he was just five, but new information has come to my attention about his origins.  It was thought he was born in late 2007 or early 2008, but it happens that his appearance was at least one year earlier.

He is still my neighbor’s dog, and my wife and I still watch after him during the days while my neighbor is working.  At one point this past year my neighbor thought she was going to move away, and my first thought was about a custody battle.  Biggie is not my dog.  I must keep telling myself this.  Biggie is not my dog.  I said over thirty years ago I would never again own a dog, but I find myself longing to keep this one.
 
Biggie likes small adventures.  He has never met a park he didn’t like.  And Dog Beach near our home is a place he would visit every day if he could.  On our walks each day, he likes to explore wherever his nose is pointed, and that could mean alleys, porches, under bushes, the taco stand across the street, or just about anywhere.  One of his favorite adventures is a car ride.
 
When Biggie and I are alone in the car, he will stand beside me and rest his chin on my right arm as I grip the steering wheel.  Sometimes he will lie down in the floorboard and sleep, but whenever we drive by a fast food restaurant, he will instantly come up to let me know we should be stopping there.  Somehow he knows every time we drive by one.
 
When my wife Rachael is with us, Biggie will lie down in her lap for most of the journey (except when we drive by a fast food restaurant) expecting to be petted continuously and endlessly.  But sometimes, if we are moving slowly through a back street, she will roll down her window and hold on tightly as he sticks his head outside to feel the wind on his nose.  It is at these times I can see him in the passenger side-view mirror with his eyes squinted and his ears flopping in the breeze.  I don’t use the word “cute” very often, but there is no word more appropriate than “cute” in this scenario.
 

As I write this Biggie is asleep in my easy chair.  Or should I say His easy chair.  Somehow, some way he has taken ownership of that chair, and I am unable to convince him it is mine and not his.  He has more toys than me.  He has more snacks in the pantry than me.  He has his own bed.  He even has his own blanket.  This is a Part-Time Dog!  How did he take over??  If he had opposable thumbs, I believe he would control the world!  He already controls me.  At least he is a good dog, although I’ve had reason to question his motives lately.  I think he is trying to get me to open the refrigerator door for him.
 
Maybe I will.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Super Bowl XLVIII

Once again a few members of the Long Beach Casting Club got together for the Super Bowl, and once again a couple of teams played.  I’m told some team won and some team lost.  Even though I was there, I hardly know who played, nor do I really care.  I was just there for the Super Bowl.
 
To me a Super Bowl refers to a big bowl of something to eat.  And eat we did.  Poppers, chili, ham and black-eyed pea soup, ribs, cheese balls, sausages, chips, dips, cornbread, and much more stuff than I can remember.  And just 12 people showed up.  And we ate most of it.  Now That’s a Super Bowl!
 
In reality, I don’t follow sports, but I am not completely lost in football, or basketball.  On the other hand, I am clueless when it comes to baseball, soccer, curling, tennis, golf, Monopoly, and almost any other game.  This year I was aware that the Seattle Seahawks had whipped up on the Denver Broncos in pre-season, and I thought to myself ‘if these two teams meet again in the Super Bowl, I’ll place money on Seattle.’  Well I didn’t place any bets anywhere, but the outcome of the game was no surprise to me.
 
It was fun to watch the game, eat more than I normally consume in a week, and spend time with my friends.  In a few weeks, I will no longer remember who played or who won, but I will remember the great time with friends who are even more uninformed about the game than I.