MyWife, Son 2 and I stopped at Starbucks and when I get to the table with my drink, Son 2 is playing with this cute stuffed penguin. I look behind him and in the basket of stuffed animals there is one and only one, more Aptenodytes Starbucki. So I decide "ah ha, there is Elisa's birthday present" But then I notice that Son 2's penguin has a cuter left wing that is stuck up at an angle, waving 'Hi', and when I ask him to exchange, he refuses, and by this time he has named them. His is "Scrappy" and mine is "Ned". Son 2 gloats that Ned is far inferior to Scrappy, and Scrappy is dancing, making voices, singing, and doing gymnastics. Then Son 2 gets out his camera phone and has MyWife make him dance while Son 2 records video. MyWife even supplied some music.
That was a few days before Thanksgiving. So Son 2 shows up for T-Day and I ask him if he brought Scrappy and he says "No" but then immediately gets him out of his coat pocket with a proud poppa smile, and my dog immediately thinks he has a new CHEW toy. So I wisely put both penguins high in my bedroom out of the dog's sight on top of the DVD recorder. Well, Son 2, being a bad pet owner, forgets Scrappy when he goes home a few days later. The next day I get a text message from Son 2 that says "Scrappy doesn't like Ned sitting so close to him" so I move them to opposite sides of the DVD recorder and respond back. I almost shot a photo of them kissing but decided against that.
So a few days later MyWife is headed to Amarillo by herself and I remind her to take Scrappy to Son 2. Well, I am sitting at the table and as I am busy writing something, I see a "Jaws" shark feeding type motion at the edge of the table just inches away (and keep in mind I didn't know MyWife had brought Scrappy in from the bedroom). Milliseconds later the flash of moving colors registers in my brain as "penguin -> rescue now" and I go running into the living room and yell angrily at my dog who is in motion, who suddenly whips around and just happens to let go of Scrappy just enough that I rip him out of the dog's mouth without damaging any fur, just a little saliva stained and soaked. So I scolded the dog and MyWife felt bad about leaving him at the edge of the table, but then I said, "well, Scrappy just about turned into Crappy", and she decided not to tell Son 2 the story, but then later told him anyway.
That was a few days before Thanksgiving. So Son 2 shows up for T-Day and I ask him if he brought Scrappy and he says "No" but then immediately gets him out of his coat pocket with a proud poppa smile, and my dog immediately thinks he has a new CHEW toy. So I wisely put both penguins high in my bedroom out of the dog's sight on top of the DVD recorder. Well, Son 2, being a bad pet owner, forgets Scrappy when he goes home a few days later. The next day I get a text message from Son 2 that says "Scrappy doesn't like Ned sitting so close to him" so I move them to opposite sides of the DVD recorder and respond back. I almost shot a photo of them kissing but decided against that.
So a few days later MyWife is headed to Amarillo by herself and I remind her to take Scrappy to Son 2. Well, I am sitting at the table and as I am busy writing something, I see a "Jaws" shark feeding type motion at the edge of the table just inches away (and keep in mind I didn't know MyWife had brought Scrappy in from the bedroom). Milliseconds later the flash of moving colors registers in my brain as "penguin -> rescue now" and I go running into the living room and yell angrily at my dog who is in motion, who suddenly whips around and just happens to let go of Scrappy just enough that I rip him out of the dog's mouth without damaging any fur, just a little saliva stained and soaked. So I scolded the dog and MyWife felt bad about leaving him at the edge of the table, but then I said, "well, Scrappy just about turned into Crappy", and she decided not to tell Son 2 the story, but then later told him anyway.
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