Neighbor friend Cathy who bills herself as the neighborhood dog nanny met Johnny and me out early (7 AM) for our morning walk. Cathy was returning from feeding one of her charges down the block. She, like neighbor Dawn, always carries treats in her pockets to help teach dogs like Johnny not to bark at or jump on people.
Everybody loves Johnny, he’s such a scamp. I love him dearly, and he loves me, and as Grannymar says, it’s puppy love, except, at four years old, he’s no puppy and at 71, I am an old lady.
(Below, granddaughter Rita with my dogs.) Johnny is the back and tan Pom (his mom was a tricolor) on David’s knees. Nine-year old Clare, the cream and white Pom, is Johnny’s aunt. Poms, whose ancestors hail from near the Arctic, may be silly dogs to keep in our summer heat, but some how, they and I have survived. David, despite his best efforts has fallen in love with them as I knew he would.
To cheer me up, David took me to Barbara Mancini’s restaurant yesterday. I had eggs Benedict (my favorite) and he had something with lots of fat. Now, you might think eggs cooked à la Benedict would be just as fat, but not the way Barbara makes them. “I’ve never seen eggs served with tomato slices,” says David.
When I weighed this morning, I found that I’ve dropped another pound. Slow and steady wins the race. I’ve been at this weight loss business since April of last year, and my chart path looks like a stock market report, except the secular trend (what matters, not the day-to-day or week to week fluctuations) has been down.
I love the 4th. Despite 10 years of higher education with at times very left-wing professors, I am feeling very bullish on America these days. I have nearly completed Robert Kagan’s book The World America Made and recommend it for those who want a positive outlook on our nation’s future. Is this a great country or what?