I polished off my meal lickety-split, got a little water, then went to check on how Dave was doing.
|"Is he done yet?"|
I was just checking. Not like I was doing a "sneak up from behind" maneuver and was going to help myself to anything that Dave spilled on the floor. No, not at all! Oh, I might have policed up anything that had been dropped on the floor. You know. Just to help with KP. Keep the kitchen clean and all. I was named after a Drill Sergeant. That sort of thing is in my blood.
|"How about now? Is he done now?"|
I sensed that Dave was almost ready, so I approached Mom and started the mind-meld message:
|"Look into my eyes. Yes... yes... that's good. Now deeeeeper... deeeeeper...."|
Mom got my message loud and clear. She said once Davy was done eating, we could go. It takes a lot of work, but I've got her pretty well trained. I checked on the Deeve again.
I asked him how he was coming along and he didn't answer. That told me he wasn't done yet - you know -- he's real good about not talking with his mouth full and all. Besides, he hadn't given his signature "I'm Done!" signal yet. I waited... and waited... and then:
Once his paw goes in the bowl so he can lick it out, I know we're good to go!
And "go", we did!
|"What a great lunch! I'm ready for a cool adventure now!"|
"I love it when a plan comes together!"
I hope you got to get out and go yesterday, too!