Yes, this is yet another post of America’s Favourite Labradoodle Puppy* living life to the fullest!
*OK. Perhaps my view of “America” is a bit more expansive than the audience of this website and I’m sure there are other favourite Labradoodles out there but Mistletoe’s adorable as hell, she owns our hearts, so she’s the favourite so deal with it!!! 😉
Today, she discovered the fun one can have with the coffee table by sticking her nose through the porthole from on top of the table and underneath. And yes, that is an actual porthole because the table itself was fashioned from scrap from an actual boat with anchor chains as the legs.
Many years ago whilst I was at university and had just gotten my first solo apartment, I discovered the table at a rummage sale in the car park of the East Orlando Walmart on Colonial Drive. The previous owner wanted $45 for it but I was able to show him three $5 bills which did the trick. And then I ended up carrying that extremely heavy table on my back halfway across the lot on a very hot and humid afternoon to load it boot into the black 1988 Nissan Pulsar NX I was driving at the time (my “Black Fox”…*SO* loved that car!). I probably looked really stupid and I about died carrying it but it’s been a constant companion in my living room for the 30 years and it’s durable enough that I can sit my panoramic heiney on it and it doesn’t complain. Well, much. 🙂
It was when we were on our way to Julia’s office to do the evening kid swap that Mistletoe really enjoyed the wind in her hair. What was amusing was how the different angles of the sunlight coloured her hair completely differently…she almost looks like an Irish setter in some of them! But that is one happy puppy right there…I don’t care who you are.
That is until we’ve gotten to Panhandler Central near WakeMed. If there’s one near that turn lane, Mistletoe’s demeanour changes instantly and that panhandler gets *THE STARE* until they’ve moved out of sight. They may even get more than a few barks in their direction. I don’t know what she’s saying but she’s not particularly happy with them and the echo off the Traverse’s ceilings and walls hurts like hell! Woe betide the panhandler that thinks of messing with her…I don’t see that ending well!
But on a happier note, I must end this post with this bombshell…these lyrics inspired by Mistletoe enjoying the wind! 🙂
It is the night
My body’s weak
I’m on the run
No time to sleep
I’ve got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free againAnd I’ve got such a long way to go (such a long way to go)
“Ride Like The Wind” — Christopher Cross
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I’ll ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
