Free Fur All Friday: Banged Up Trolley Edition

Good News: The Mom is ok.
Bad News: The trolley is in pretty bad shape.

I was pacing the floor by the time the Mom arrived home Wednesday evening from work. It is so very unlike her to be so late, and I was beside myself with the worry.  

By the time she walked in the door, the phone had rung itself almost off the wall. The Mom was shaken up and didn't feel much like talking. And though she arrived NOT in the trolley, but in something more akin to a junior gangster golf cart... I didn't ask questions, I just stuck close to her side. 

Early the next (yesterday) morning, the Mom pulled me close and told me about the previous afternoon's events. The horrors. The upset. The worries.

And I felt bad, because yesterday was the day the Mom had been eagerly awaiting...

Yesterday was the day that Reuf was to begin his training lessons! And let me be the first to tell you... not a day too soon!

I have heard many good things about Dogwood Dog Training, and they really have their work cut out for them! The Reuf is smart a plenty, but he is also a wee bit too fabulous for his own self. In my humble opinion. Just saying.

And I just hated that the Mom's energy and spirit was so low on a day she had looked so forward to... but I get that she was worried about whether the trolley was totalled. Please, we all prayed... NO!

Well, by "we"... I mean me and the mom.

MY heart was heavy and prayerful, but the Reuf's was... shall we say... OBLIVIOUS! Poor boy.

He hasn't yet developed his compassionate side yet. Instead, he spends his time worrying about whether I want a toy.

And it's kinda fun because I don't get wired up about anything. I don't care two bits about his stuff, but he doesn't know it! He thinks I think like he thinks! And sometimes I enjoy watching him work himself into a frenzy of selfishness!

The Mom doesn't enjoy it. Instead... she worries. It amuses me, because I'm a simple boy with simple pleasures... and I know that the Reuf will kick back and chill... eventually! 

And there is no better way to chill than to savor a good stick!

S, M, L, XL, 2X, 3X...

Size is of no concern or consequence.

What matters is the vigor of the shake!

OK...
I digress, I know.
The tale of the Reuf's training session is a story for another day.

Tune in soon to discover...

Was Reuf the class clown???
Was he the youngest in the class???
Did one of his cousins join the class???

Did he enjoy the challenges???
And more importantly...
What did I do while he was gone???

Until then...

The Luke is always at the forefront of our minds.
And the past few days, there are so many reminders...
Fur in the back seat of the trolley...
Snart (nose art) on the windows...

The Luke
June 17, 2010

What a smile!

He enjoyed the simple pleasures, too.

A soft toy to suck...

A cool tile floor
in a room to share with the Mom.

The Mom closes her eyes, imagines the bedtime stories she told as she stroked the soft neck fur and those very special sweet ears... 

What a sweet boy. What a special brother. He taught me a lot, and I know he's in Heaven... pulling strings.

And I think he would be proud of the ways that I am looking after the Mom.

Looking after the Mom.

Mentoring the Reuf...

Gosh. I'm tired.

I think I need a little nap!