This is Maddie talking, and this post is mine. The topic Linda put out there for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is not going to go the way he thought.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “yard.” Use it any way you’d like. You can even add letters to it to make a whole new word! Have fun!”
He wanted to talk about baseball. As in the Hartford Yard Goats. Let me tell you, that’s a sad story. He would tell you how wonderful it is that they finally opened their new – $71 Million – stadium. I say it’s a waste. Total waste. $71 million spent and no dogs allowed on the grass. Well, unless you consider the Portland Sea Dogs, who seem to be doing pretty well. At least the Yard Goats are doing better than the New Hampshire Fisher Cats.
You should thank me for stepping in. Not only can he yap on forever about baseball, a Yard Goat is a type of locomotive. Do you really want to be here while he talks about baseball and trains? And, I peeked at the photos he was planning to use. He hasn’t been to a game yet, but he has a construction photo that includes a crane. People, I’m doing you a huge favor. You guys should give me a cookie or somthin.
I’m the perfect person, yes, around here, dogs are people, to write this story. My entire life is a stream of consciousness. Like when I bark at those guys because I have to go out into the yard to, you know…but when we get out there, I smell something or I hear something and my mind wanders. Five minutes later, I’m still sniffing some patch of something and they’re dragging me back in and I’m all: “Wait, I forgot to pee!” Linda says these posts should have minimal planning, I got that in spades.
Anyway, the prompt is “Yard!” Yard is my prompt because it’s my yard. I own the yard. My yard! I’m the one checking the perimeter every morning for signs of intruders, not to mention actual intruders. I’m the one who barks at the intruder-wanna-be that shows up every morning carrying a newspaper. They tell me he’s OK, but I know he wants in my yard. I don’t mind the bunnies, birds and squirrels, as long as they behave. A few days ago while I was walking mom around, the big bunny ran in front of me. That’s not fair. If you run, I run. That’s how dogs work. I forgot about that leash being connected to mom. I forget things pretty quickly. Where was I?
Oh yeah, in the yard. I do two things in the yard. Not those two things. That’s all people ever care about with dogs, that we do those two things. The two things I do in the yard are play and sit. I like both, but I like sitting the best.
We are coming into prime sitting weather. They built this patio for my cot last year, and I let them know when it’s a good day to sit. Actually, every day is a good day to sit. When they take me out, I walk over to the cot (they keep it on the porch). If they don’t bring it out, I walk them over the patio on my way to, you know. Sometimes it takes more than a few hints before they catch on, but eventually we sit. I’m sure he’s got a bunch of pictures of me in my yard, and I know you’d rather look at me than some stupid crane.