Riding With Mom

Duff here. When the Weather is right, I ride in the Jeep with Mom. Now, Mom and I have a Pact. When We cruise in the Car, I can sit on Her Lap. Or on the passenger Seat. Or hop in the back. I’m pretty Agile and That Move is Slick. We journey through the Town and enjoy the Scenery. Spring is here, with Brightly Colored Blossoms and beginning shoots of Leaves. Living unstuck.

But there are Times when I feel the need to Bark. To alert Mom to a possible Danger. Or at another Dog in the Next Car. Or sometimes at Nothing at All. It’s the latter One that gets Mom every time. For a Very Small Dog, I have an Immensely Fierce Bark. (Why, the other day, I backed off a Dog three times My Size with My Piercing Yap. I felt so Virtuous.) This Need is only occasional. But I suspect Mom’s ears are tender, for She orders Me, in No Uncertain terms, to return to the back Seat. Didn’t She know I was only protecting Her from Who Knows What? That’s My job. Living unstuck.

How about You? Are You pretty much aware Of Your Surroundings? Or do You have some Additional Help? I say: Accept the Help from Wherever It comes. It is given in Good Faith. You may be saved from the Spotted and Herbaceous Heffalump of Winnie-the-Pooh fame. A good thing, I’d say. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#a-barking-dog

Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.

—Dave Barry