Of Naps, Things, and Stuff

On October 27, 2009, in Meanderings, by Mitch Milam

We don’t get much in the way of Fall in this part of North Texas but Sunday afternoon here was truly excellent. 

I was at my girlfriend Jenny’s house enjoying a beautiful day of bright sunshine and moderate temperatures. Something that can only be fully appreciated by taking a long walk in the high-country through tall trees fully-dressed in their Autumn attire.  Or a nap.

Since we are rather short on high-country, tall trees, and autumn attire, I decided on a nap.

And man was it good.  The windows were open, a slight breeze was flowing and afternoon sun lit up the room.  Absolutely perfect.

Until I woke up, that is.

This is what I heard: Rolf, Rolf, Rolf.  Yip, Yip, Yip.  Whikka, Whikka, Whikka.

Over, and over, and over again.  Until I finally got up, having shed whatever balance bestowed to me during my nap, to check on the source of the calamity.

Leo, Jenny’s large, white, annoying, Great Perenese was inside, not taking his nap. Instead, he was barking at the little yippy dogs of the neighbor, who evidentially keeps a pack of small annoying yippy dogs in case they run out of food and need a quick snack or something ( why else would you keep small yippy dogs? ).

Jenny, on the other hand, was laying out the couch watching TV squeezing the new football that she got Leo to play with. The one he doesn’t like because the squeak is not right and it bothers him – generally making him behave and/or stop barking.  Which generally works, except for Sunday afternoons when I’m taking a nap and the little yippy dogs are outside enjoying the sunshine and keep calling Leo to come play the “Run up and down the fence barkingâ€? game.

A dark, foul mood enveloped me.  A perfectly wonderful afternoon and an excellent nap were totally wasted.  Only two things can fix a wasted nap – the second of which is margaritas.

So, leaving the barking, yipping, and squeaking at home, I bundled up the girl and off we went to our favorite cantina for some chips, salsa, and margaritas. And balance to my little corner of the universe was restored.

The End.

 

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