Honestly, I was going to write something about our children, and then something popped up that made me think some grow up a lot faster than others. I went on the web to look up a word, probably something simple, and there in the corner of my machine was an invitation from somebody I had never laid eyes on (I swear) to chat. She looked about 20-something, blond, attractive no doubt, just a couple of miles away.
Her name was Stephanie. She didnt give a last name. I figured she was probably too shy, and I guess she was asking for an introduction because she said something like, want to meet me? Well, I looked around the room and saw it was just me, Herkie the dog and Milo the cat. That dog is a mess. He thinks Milo is a furry toy that can jump really high and slap really well but other than that, has no real worth to speak of. Truth is, Milo plays Herkie like a fiddle.
Anyway, he had one eye on me and the other on Milo, who was just a few feet away and looking over my shoulder at Steph ... purring, even though hes been fixed for years. Steph was just a grinning and had two keys below her picture. One said confirm, the other said, run like hell.
I never had Herkie fixed. Figured it would be OK since he seldom goes outside and when he does hes looking for a ball or somebody to bark at. Sort of like I used to do years ago. Besides, the last dog I had fixed put on weight and looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as if he knew he was missing something, and it was me who might still have it somewhere in the house. I know whatever I lost is around here somewhere and you need to find it.
Herkie knows there are those who would love nothing more than to take the lust out of his eyes. He appreciates the fact that dad is simpatico. He looks at me straight on, eye to eye and we see things the same way, if you know what I mean.
He eyeballed Milo and knew he needed to be with dad on the couch. A short fight ensued. Milo got two slaps in before the dog knew hed been slapped and then Milo went to sit somewhere else, lick his fur and stare at two fools buried in a machine.
The look on his face seemed to say, You two cannot be that stupid. Do you really think her name is Stephanie?
Now I know there are those who would doubt this and it may have been my imagination, which runs a little crazy on the web, but once he got up on the couch and saw her for himself, Herkie looked over at the cat as if to say, Me thinks this old man is about to make a career decision. Well, she looked like that Locklear girl would have looked 30 years ago with bad teeth. Her smile seemed to say, I know whatever I lost is around here somewhere and if youll click confirm we can look for them together.
I started to click confirm to recommend a good dentist but thought better of it. Herkie gave me a silent nod like John Wayne did to Opie Taylor when he threw that pistol across the floor in The Shootist. Theres all sorts of things out there today that can make you shoot yourself in the foot. Sometimes it just takes a good friend to help you not take that last drink, or click confirm when you should click run like hell. Sometimes all it takes is a good dog. I wonder whose little girl Stephanie used to be anyway.
Sonny Harmon is an educator at Georgia Military College. Visit his blog at http://sharmon09.blogspot.com.