HAWAIIAN ILIO AND POPOKI…ON DOGS & CATS OF HAWAII
As I sat here ruefully contemplating some annoying pain in my left heel (plantar fasciitis, most likely), an irritating development that has complicated my running routine more than a bit, one of my Siberians padded softly into the man-cave and plopped down right next to the troublesome foot in reference. ‘Nala’, an alpha female, then lazily rolled over onto her back into a LadyGaga-style back-sprawl, legs shamelessly splayed out like the four points of the compass, just begging for a belly-rub about as clearly as anyone could without uttering a word (or any sound whatsoever). The startlingly light blue eyes said it all: “Hey boss, forget all that hunt and peck stuff on the keyboard and put those highly evolved opposed-thumb hands to some REAL use…massaging my neck!”
Looking down into those icy-blue Siberian eyes I was immediately reminded of several things. First, that I was strangely NOT bothered (as I usually am) by the Baroque era strains of music streaming over my PC (it was actually almost enjoyable). Second, that life without my wonderful dogs would be impoverished indeed. As for the first of these, I seem to have been inflicted at an early age by a strong aversion to Baroque-era classicists for reasons never quite clear, since a certain friend of mine never fails to lavish praise on the Baroque almost simultaneous with making dissing comments about my own preferred Romantic…
