R a m b o : : W a i t i n g f o r A n d r e w
Columbia, South Carolina
Rambo -- my granddog -- is not as sad as he looks.
He is a happy dog with sad eyes.
It gets him lots of treats and tons of ear scritches and many many kisses.
As Andrew would say: It's all good.
Our grandson, Andrew, is obsessed with the song He's Still Workin' on Me:
He's still workin' on me To make me what I need to be It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars How loving and patient He must be 'Cause He's still workin' on me
To the point that he sang it nonstop all day on Thanksgiving.
But see, he knows only the first four lines really well, so it wasn't even the entire first verse we heard six hundred times.
By late in the day, even Rambo had it memorized.
While touring historic Elmwood Cemetery in Charlotte, North Carolina, recently, I made the acquaintance of an Australian Shepherd named Greta.
Erica and I were ambling along a road, taking pictures of sun-smacked autumn leaves strewn in the road, when Greta's human stopped in his Jeep Rubicon to tell us about some well-known graves.
In such situations I always ask if I may photograph the dog. And as anyone with one good eye can see from the snaps I quickly took, Greta was a glorious example of why I do that.
Later as we happily picked our way amongst monuments and mausoleums in another part of the cemetery, Greta came loping up to me, ready to be petted.
Then she plopped down and surveyed the landscape. Her human told us Greta loves nothing much more than visiting Elmwood for walkies.
After scritching Greta's neck, I took some more pictures because, just look at her soulful amber eyes.
I wish the sweet amber-eyed Greta many more years of freedom and love, romping amongst the tombs on beautiful autumn days.