My doggie won’t be happy when Miss Pat isn’t around any more.
Miss Pat is the morning school bus driver whose route includes my neighborhood. When she pulls up early each morning, she has a ritual. It is a moment of great excitement for the furry brown resident of our home.
He is a small dog. He is nobody’s boss man. But he likes to think he is.
He wags his tail and barks at the bus: “Ruff, ruff, ruff!”
Miss Pat pretends she doesn’t understand his reason for barking.
Then a look of comprehension comes over her face. “Ohhhhh, you want your paycheck!”
And with that, she digs into a bag she keeps on the bus. Out come, one at a time, doggie biscuits. She tosses them out the bus door at Angus’s vicinity.
“Duck a l’Orange!”
Lately, Miss Pat has been worried about Angus’s figure. “That’s all I’ve got for you. We’ve got to watch the love handles.”
It’s nice that she thinks of him.
It’s rewarding to have a pet. And it’s fun when someone else gets enjoyment from your pet.
Alas, Miss Pat is transferring to a new route. Unless the new bus driver gets thorough instructions, there will be no paychecks for the Boss Man. The love handles may remain.
We’ll all miss you, Miss Pat. Especially the Boss Man.