The White Dog Army had just finished a generous early dinner on a beautifully gorgeous evening. Life should have felt comfortable and full bellies should have lured all into post-meal naps.
Yes, the kitchen sink WAS still an issue but it had in no way affected meals or full water bowls; and the plumbing service had us scheduled for right after breakfast tomorrow. The impact on our quality of life was that of nuisance not catastrophe.
We had earlier received a call from Judith and Richard who would be in town from Santa Fe late afternoon for a doctor's appointment. They wanted to know if we had time to meet after for curry dinner at Taj Mahal, one of our favorite spots about three minutes away from our home.
Steve thought it was a rather a cosmic gift...unexpectedly getting to see friends, having a delicious meal, AND having no dishes forcing us to deal with the failed sink.
"Come on, White Dog, we will only be gone a short while and we are right down the street. You are not being abandoned for goodness sake! You have all eaten and it should be a relaxing time for all." Steve tried to reason with ten pairs of teary eyes and the entire pack pressing against his legs.
I looked over them all. "If you don't move we will be unable to bring home leftover tandoori mahi," I told them. Like the parting of the Red Sea, a pathway opened.
Later, telling our friends of the Army's takeout box expectations, Judith muttered "now what have you gone and done" in her soft British accent. "If YOU are bringing home a treat for your babies, then I must not forget Growler!"
A one-pup sized box containing fish that we shared was sent to Santa Fe.
1 comment:
you should have LED with the offer of a bribe :)
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