Drom
Drom, I lived in Alameda on Bay Farm Island, one of Alameda's two islands in San Francisco Bay. The Bay Area is too expensive to retire in unless you have a lot of money. Dys and Diane moved from Denver to Albuquerque for the same reason. Being near me is a bonus. :wink:
My children, as adults, always have animals.
Madison, or Maddy as he is called, is like a child. He goes everywhere with me in the car where its possible without leaving him in a hot car or where dogs are not permitted. He even has his own seat belt. One funny thing he does is to start whining when I activate the turn signal because, to him, that means we've reached our destination. It took me a while to understand why he was doing it. I sometimes take him on his leash while I'm riding around the neighborhood on my electric scooter. He trots along with me and has learned to stay clear of the scooter.
When we go to the drive-in window at my pharmacy, he gets very excited because the clerks always give him dog biscuits. Despite this, he still weighs about 12 pounds.
One of the funniest things Maddy does is to run around and around the fireplace wall in the center of my kitchen-nook-family-living room as if it were an oval car racing track. He keeps it up for several minutes. When he runs out of "gas" he heads for a pit stop and plops down for a rest. I call it Maddy's Indy 500 trick. It cracks me up to watch him do it.
Maddy is a great watch dog and barks at everybody and every animal that appears on our street. I'm trying to teach him not to bark at everything, with some success, but he still thinks it's his job to protect our neighborhood.
The neighborhood children come over to play with Maddy or bring him over to their yards to play. Maddy tries to play with my next door neighbor's two cats, but they just tell him to "shove off" and chase him away. Maddy's best pal is Cooper, a large and loveable Spaniel, who lives across the street. Starting about 5 pm every day, Maddy sits on his padded window seat watching the house across the street, waiting for the family to start coming home from work and from school. When the garage door opens, Maddy runs to me to signal that his friends are home and he wants to go out for a visit. I open the front door and Maddy shoots across the street like a rocket. He gets so excited, he never looks out for cars so I have to be sure the street is clear.
People are attracted to Maddy everywhere we go. He is cute with a friendly "tail-wagging-wiggle-butt" personality. He thinks everyone is there to play with him.
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