C. Dog and the Bassman

Yes, he is home! We got here around 11 pm after stopping for dinner and a quick visit at the neighbors. When we pulled into the driveway, I could hear Comet doing her barking whine in the kitchen. I unlocked the front door, Comet and Cruella came tearing outside, and OH MY GOODNESS, IT'S THE BASSMAN!!! The poor stupid C. dog ( so named because when she stands, her body forms a C) about went insane!



In and out of the open door. Once she finally made the commitment to come inside, she had to show Bassman all her toys. She'd pick one up, carry it around the kitchen a few times, show it to Bassman, then go find another. It was like watching an over-sugared 2 year old trying to please their audience. Needless to say, she was hugely disappointed when we headed off to bed, leaving her shut in the kitchen.

The next day he barely made it out of bed before she was welcoming him again. Wagging her little stump for all it was worth. He grabbed his coffee and cigarettes and headed outside, C. dog right on his heels. The moment he sat down, she was there with a Frisbee Toy (cue heavenly choir) expecting him to throw it. Which he did. Again and again and again. That's way more patience than I have first thing in the morning!