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It’s a dreary day today. The skies are grey and murky. The air is heavy with humidity. The barometric pressure is making me and the dogs a little draggy. No photograph from me to share with you today. We’ve all seen blah days like this. Why overemphasize it?
So — how about a positive and fun story from me instead?
I noticed that today is National Dog Day, and I have a dog tale.
When I take one of my dogs for a walk, he pulls on his leash as if he is towing a block of stone for the Great Pyramid of Giza. Oftentimes, he pulls with so much gusto, he becomes bipedal. He gags and chokes and walks on his hind legs for several feet with all the grace of Monty Python’s silly walk.
This problem was solved when I fitted him with a fashionable brown leather harness. He took to it right away, and walking with him is now a pleasure. It’s more of a side-by-side stroll and less of a contest to see how hard he can pull on his collar.
I used to dread walks with him. Now it’s pleasant.
And normal-looking.©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.
Another morning, another cup o’ joe, another Monday.
I spread open the Lifestyle section, and the newspaper headline grabbed me:
“Residents’ Pet Finds Paradise with Own Golf Cart”
This I had to read!
In all seriousness, the article, read in its entirety, made it sound like this golf cart was set up such that the dog actually sits behind the wheel and tools down the road heading for his favorite pet store, with a stop at his favorite fire hydrant along the way. No holds barred, no questions, no driver’s license.
Continuing on, it read like people in the neighborhood (“the residents”) added railings and a door on the golf cart.
It’s nice when neighborhood residents band together for a singular cause. Camaraderie at its finest, pulling together for a canine cause célèbre.
In all truthfulness, this story and its headline were misleading.
The dog doesn’t have his own golf cart. It isn’t his own mode of transportation. His owners — not the nameless neighborhood residents — rigged it in such a way that lil’ ol’ Riley doesn’t fall out while they — one of the humans — are driving it.
I understand that it’s important to grab the reader’s attention in a story, but—
Happy Monday. Life is humorous, so keep laughing, and be responsible about it.
(c)Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.