Barky is soon to be the only beagle with docked ears in town.
At 5:50 a.m. today, a Sunday, he hammered out the entire drum solo from In a Gadda Da Vida by flapping his ears, which woke 3B, who immediately cried out in a heartbreaking voice, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”
I got up at the same time to ensure that Mama didn’t toss Barky over the balcony rail. Also, because someone had turned on a firehose at the top of my nose, and I was sneezing about twice a second, despite the loratadine.
Everyone except Mama and I was immediately ready to go outside, so I grabbed two sudafed, washed them down with some iced coffee, and we headed off to the books and crackers side of town, where our favorite playground and dog park are.
While there, we got lucky–the firefighters pulled up at the Y to do their PT for the week, and Firefighter Rich was nice enough to let all of us sit in the firetrucks.
By the time we were headed home, everyone was tired out. Barky and 3B from running around in their playgrounds, Mama and I from chasing them down, and it was all of 10 a.m. Dude, I never used to get this much done in a whole weekend, so while I’m now exhausted, but wired from what is now two doses of sudafed, I’m grateful to the dynamic duo for getting us up and out before what is likely to be a rainy afternoon.
OK, dog, we won’t dock your ears. We’ll just tape them to your jowls every night.