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Frankie’s Fall Tour

Ola!

Approaching my 2-year-blogoversary next week (click here for my very first post!), I decided to, once again, feature our faithful furry friend, Frankie.  Frankie’s been featured here more than once and come to have his very own group of admirers.

Tuesday evening was windy and cool  – a typical fall mix of sun and shadows, gusts and more … and really, the perfect evening for a stroll with old dog.

I swear that dog has a clock: he stamps his paw and moans at lunchtime, he sits at the front door just before that big yellow thing drives by (school bus),  and he always, always waits in the same spot until I walk in .. half on the carpet, half on the kitchen floor.  And when I set my things down and reach to pet his fuzzy face, he wraps his paws around my wrists and loves me like no other.

He waited patiently as I laced up my runners and he twirled a few times when I put on my wind breaker.   Leaning down, I softly said the words he longed to hear: “Would you like to go for a walk?”    His happy smile and wagging tale told me the answer wasn’t just yes but I-can’t-believe-you-asked-me-and-of course-I’ll-accept-this-rose!

Come along with us, will ya?

1st stop, sniff at the neighbor’s house

Bum snags happen when you’re walkin’ like you mean it!

Almost home but these old hips need to rest a spell …

Squirrels schmirrels!

Total distance traveled: <1 mile.

Total # potty breaks: 18

Total # sniffs: 47

Total # tail wags: 354

Time with my aging pooch? Priceless

*~*~*~*

“I like dogs
Big dogs
Little dogs
Fat dogs
Doggy dogs
Old dogs
Puppy dogs
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.”
—Margaret Wise Brown (The Friendly Book {Big Little Golden Book}) 

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My Dentist watches “The Bachelor”

My Dentist watches the “Bachelor” and it kind of freaks me out.

Its bad enough he talks to me when his knuckles are back at my molars, but about “the Bachelor,” really?

I admit I’ve watched but I soon grew weary of the roses, the tears, the “connections” and the “most dramatic” everything.  Y-a-w-n.

The guy’s a doctor and a Big Ten graduate, for Pete’s sake!

Is it too much to expect observations on art, culture, restaurants or books he’s reading?

Are you here for the right reasons? image: abc.com

Is it too much to hope for friendly bantering on topics of rampant interest?  Sports? Politics?  or even … Silence?

~Sigh~

I miss my old Dentist, the one in his 6os who retired last year. His worked on our chops and his wife worked the insurance.  I miss his corny jokes about his golf game, how his hair never moved out of place (pretty sure he used Aqua Net), and the predictable familiarity of his mannerisms and those of his long-term staff.

This new guy throws me off.  Don’t get me wrong, he’s smart and talented and he knows all the latest & greatest techniques. But he has the attention span of a gnat.

Sitting in the exam chair Monday, I realized then that I have certain expectations about how health care providers should behave.  I don’t mind if they’re younger than me, my family care doctor is.  But he’s also poised and polished and … Doctorish.

I don’t like it when this guy sprays water at the hygienist and comments that, “I’m a kid at heart!” like that’s supposed to be endearing.  It’s not.  It’s annoying and even more so when his hands are halfway down my neck and water’s pooling at my shoulders.   I probably could cope with it better if we could at least talk about something intelligent.

.::.

How about you?   Do you have certain expectations of medical professionals?  Would you happily forgo “advances in modern whatever” just to have a touch of the familiar back again? 

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