Dog Days of Spring
It’s not what you think. I’ve been at home for two glorious days of under employment and I have discovered my new job. I’m a dog chauffeur. If they need to go somewhere, I put on my little cap and escort them to their appointments.
…descend like a pack of whirling dervishes…
Normally if we had to take the three amigos to the Vet, we would pile them all into the van at once, and descend like a pack of whirling dervishes on the unsuspecting office. The last time we did this, our dogs decided to engage in a traditional family activity when out among the public - a donnybrook.
Dogs barked, fur flew, and little old ladies with lapdogs in hand nearly had apoplectic fits. So now taking the dogs to the Vet is a more singular and personal affair. One appointment. One Dog. Many, many, rides in the car.
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a donnybrook … first time I’ve read of this term!
Ah, a good old “donnybrook”. It’s a traditional part of any good gathering of Celts.
Take 2 parts pent up unresolved family issues. Add 3 parts whisky and ale. Stir vigousously and add a pinch of sarcasm.
Then watch the words, fur and fists fly.
I see. Incidentally, National Geographic released an article about Celts in a previous issue. Were you able to catch that?
I missed that one.. they are always a good read.