So I was talking to Susan this morning and she said “Any interest in coming to Brooklyn today?”
She’s leaving for Florida tomorrow and I won’t see her for weeks yet I could feel myself freeze.
Sue heard the silence and said “Forget I said that. I don’t want to make you feel guilty. You do so many things from guilt. I don’t want to add to it.”
“Thank you”. We talked awhile and then hung up.
“Why did I say that” I asked myself. I love to be with Susan. Was it because I didn’t plan it? I truly have nothing else to do.
Then my eyes shifted to the nose sticking out from under the blanket. Lightbulb.
I didn’t want to leave my dog. Since I got Ray I hate to leave my house.
Too bad he isn’t one of those cute little fluffy things that you can put in a bag and take with you.
He’s kind of a prick.
I realized that I was being crazy. The little bastard was in the pound with one foot in the gas chamber and the other on a banana peel. I’m leaving him home with a fluffy couch, food, an open terrace door and toys.
I called Sue back.
I’m turning over a new leaf. A slightly less nutty leaf.
Here’s the list of people that I will always leave my dog for.
Lance from NSync
And of course President Obama.
Who am I kidding? I’d leave for ANY member of NSync.