Post by thewisefarmer on Dec 5, 2017 19:10:51 GMT
COFFEE WITH CREAM
I had helped my sister pick a pup to live in her home. The little West Highland White mix was named Outlaw.
My sister had been the girl that loved dolls and I had been the girl who always loved critters. She often told me I had corrupted her by teaching her to love critters too. (She never got me to love dolls though). That little dog was my sister's best friend throughout life.
I moved a few states away, but at the holidays, I would often still come "home" to visit all the family.
Outlaw loved Auntie Anne's visits as much (or even more) than the rest of the family. Many times, I would stay at my sister's home during those visits.
Outlaw liked to have more people to play games with her. She loved to play the cookie game with my sister. Margaret would make Outlaw sit by the table for the cookie that sat there. Then when told, she got to eat the cookie. I was helping play the game and Outlaw went to chase the cat away from her cookie. I hid the cookie. My sister and I laughed at the little dog. "Auntie Anne doesn't play by the rules!" the frantic little dog's expression exclaimed when she realized her cookie was gone. After a short time, Auntie Anne showed her where the cookie was and she ate it.
I was easily forgiven.
Having family visit was a great thing in the end for best of all, Outlaw loved to drink the left over coffee that my sister and brother left in their cups. But they drank their coffee black. Auntie Anne drank hers with cream. Outlaw would dance with delight when I poured my coffee. Christmas was a wonderful memory for the little dog, because of having her Auntie visit that had "coffee with cream"
I had helped my sister pick a pup to live in her home. The little West Highland White mix was named Outlaw.
My sister had been the girl that loved dolls and I had been the girl who always loved critters. She often told me I had corrupted her by teaching her to love critters too. (She never got me to love dolls though). That little dog was my sister's best friend throughout life.
I moved a few states away, but at the holidays, I would often still come "home" to visit all the family.
Outlaw loved Auntie Anne's visits as much (or even more) than the rest of the family. Many times, I would stay at my sister's home during those visits.
Outlaw liked to have more people to play games with her. She loved to play the cookie game with my sister. Margaret would make Outlaw sit by the table for the cookie that sat there. Then when told, she got to eat the cookie. I was helping play the game and Outlaw went to chase the cat away from her cookie. I hid the cookie. My sister and I laughed at the little dog. "Auntie Anne doesn't play by the rules!" the frantic little dog's expression exclaimed when she realized her cookie was gone. After a short time, Auntie Anne showed her where the cookie was and she ate it.
I was easily forgiven.
Having family visit was a great thing in the end for best of all, Outlaw loved to drink the left over coffee that my sister and brother left in their cups. But they drank their coffee black. Auntie Anne drank hers with cream. Outlaw would dance with delight when I poured my coffee. Christmas was a wonderful memory for the little dog, because of having her Auntie visit that had "coffee with cream"