The One with the Waggily Tail
The Pioneer Woman is having another photography contest today. The theme? Dogs.
I spent large chunks of my day staring at all these dog portraits. Swooning & sighing over them. They are heart-breakingly adorable and dear. I have eighty-five most favorites, at least.
There are pictures of dogs running. Is there anything more happy than a dog running? Some of the photos show a dog holding something (stick, newspaper) in its mouth. Is there anything cuter than that? Some of the photos show a depth of emotion that you may never have thought possible in a canine. Other pics are of dogs wearing hats and sweaters and cones-of-shame. Some just have dogs sleeping. Or riding in cars. Or playing in snow. So much cuteness - it's really been more than my little heart can bear.
I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to judge me. Ok? Here goes: I've been talking to these photos. Saying things like, "Aww, who's a good dog?" and "Hi, baby!" or "Look at da liddle precious schmoopy puppy!" It's disgusting, admittedly, but I can't help it. I just love dogs.
In fact, I almost stole one this weekend...
Relax! Of course I never would really steal a dog. But I did ponder committing the crime, just for a bit.
You see, I was out for my usual Sunday morning walk before church. And just north of 86th Street, I happened upon a Cairn Terrier, sitting outside a Starbucks.
He was attached to a leash, which was tied to a mailbox. He was devastatingly cute and looked so stinkin' sweet. As I passed by, I thought, "What if I just took him!?"
I know that would have been wrong (so wrong! and cruel!) but I almost couldn’t help myself. Because this terrier was unbelievably adorable. In that moment, as I walked by him and his puppy dog eyes met mine, I imagined what our life could be like together.
I would change his name to something hilarious and ironic, like “Randy” or “Bok Choy.” He would join me on my Sunday morning walks. Being a real people-pleaser, Randy would charm the guy at the fruit cart on 79th Street, who would start stocking dog treats for whenever Randy and I stopped by to purchase bananas. The booksellers on Broadway would wave to us as we passed, saying things like, "Hey there! That sure is a happy looking pup!" And I would say, "Yes, sir, he sure is!"
If I was having a bad day, Bok Choy would snuggle with me on the couch while we watched episodes of “30 Rock” on Hulu. And when the weather warmed, we would join a terrier meet-up group and take trips to the park, where Bok Choy could scamper with his furry friends while their owners and I discussed the joys of terriers as we sipped iced coffee.
But oh - alas - speaking of coffee. Just as these scenes were flashing through my imagination, Randy/Bok Choy's owner emerged from Starbucks, latte in hand and goofy grin on his face. Randy/Bok Choy's eyes lit up to see him, and I realized that our happily-ever-after could not be. For this Cairn Terrier loved another. And my window of opportunity for stealing him had closed. (Not that I ever would have, anyways. I promise.)
Some day, though, some day I hope to have a terrier. One acquired not through ill-gotten gains, but legitimate means. One who wags his tail as I dress him up in plaid sweaters and take his photograph, to submit in a contest where every dog is a winner, because they're all just so darn cute.
The Pioneer Woman is having another photography contest today. The theme? Dogs.
I spent large chunks of my day staring at all these dog portraits. Swooning & sighing over them. They are heart-breakingly adorable and dear. I have eighty-five most favorites, at least.
There are pictures of dogs running. Is there anything more happy than a dog running? Some of the photos show a dog holding something (stick, newspaper) in its mouth. Is there anything cuter than that? Some of the photos show a depth of emotion that you may never have thought possible in a canine. Other pics are of dogs wearing hats and sweaters and cones-of-shame. Some just have dogs sleeping. Or riding in cars. Or playing in snow. So much cuteness - it's really been more than my little heart can bear.
I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to judge me. Ok? Here goes: I've been talking to these photos. Saying things like, "Aww, who's a good dog?" and "Hi, baby!" or "Look at da liddle precious schmoopy puppy!" It's disgusting, admittedly, but I can't help it. I just love dogs.
In fact, I almost stole one this weekend...
Relax! Of course I never would really steal a dog. But I did ponder committing the crime, just for a bit.
You see, I was out for my usual Sunday morning walk before church. And just north of 86th Street, I happened upon a Cairn Terrier, sitting outside a Starbucks.
He was attached to a leash, which was tied to a mailbox. He was devastatingly cute and looked so stinkin' sweet. As I passed by, I thought, "What if I just took him!?"
I know that would have been wrong (so wrong! and cruel!) but I almost couldn’t help myself. Because this terrier was unbelievably adorable. In that moment, as I walked by him and his puppy dog eyes met mine, I imagined what our life could be like together.
I would change his name to something hilarious and ironic, like “Randy” or “Bok Choy.” He would join me on my Sunday morning walks. Being a real people-pleaser, Randy would charm the guy at the fruit cart on 79th Street, who would start stocking dog treats for whenever Randy and I stopped by to purchase bananas. The booksellers on Broadway would wave to us as we passed, saying things like, "Hey there! That sure is a happy looking pup!" And I would say, "Yes, sir, he sure is!"
If I was having a bad day, Bok Choy would snuggle with me on the couch while we watched episodes of “30 Rock” on Hulu. And when the weather warmed, we would join a terrier meet-up group and take trips to the park, where Bok Choy could scamper with his furry friends while their owners and I discussed the joys of terriers as we sipped iced coffee.
But oh - alas - speaking of coffee. Just as these scenes were flashing through my imagination, Randy/Bok Choy's owner emerged from Starbucks, latte in hand and goofy grin on his face. Randy/Bok Choy's eyes lit up to see him, and I realized that our happily-ever-after could not be. For this Cairn Terrier loved another. And my window of opportunity for stealing him had closed. (Not that I ever would have, anyways. I promise.)
Some day, though, some day I hope to have a terrier. One acquired not through ill-gotten gains, but legitimate means. One who wags his tail as I dress him up in plaid sweaters and take his photograph, to submit in a contest where every dog is a winner, because they're all just so darn cute.
1 comment:
love this post :) we need to go to the park when the weather gets warmer & play 'name that dog'. are you going to submit a photo to this contest??
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