The Mount Dora Citizen is pleased to offer the story of the life journey shared between Glazer, the Boxer, and her family – as told by Glazer.
On the Road
One day my dad decided that we should have a “western adventure”. This was followed by much discussion, planning, exploratory trips, and what not. It never fails to amaze me how much time and energy humans devote to what to do next. If you’re a dog and you decide to go somewhere, you just pretty much get up and go, knowing that you’ll figure stuff out along the way.
My mom had this big white truck and we went lots of places with her, but this time we took my Aunt Susie and a bunch of stuff. I’ll have to give mom credit; she knew where I would want to be, right behind her. She made us this cool bed that was really thick and soft and big. Sara got to bring all her pink toys, not that she cared because once the wheels rolled twice, she was asleep. It fell to me to keep the watch and I could not imagine where we would be going that would take so long. I began to worry, and when I worry, I talk, and talk, and talk. I guess it was kind of like my talking when the guy that builds things was at our house because pretty soon I heard them say, “Do you think she’s going to do this the whole way?” Whole way where? Where are we going?
We started this traveling business way before they had the term “pet friendly” and let me tell you we stayed in some places that had a lot of smell to them. Being dogs, we kind of like a lot of smell, sometimes the worse the better, if you know what I mean. There was a trade off, this motel living, because for the first time we got to sleep on the human beds. Mom: “This carpet is so disgusting, I would never let Sara and Glazer sleep on it!” Cool.
Grand Hotel Living or: The Life I Was Born To Lead
At the very end of our very first trip west with Aunt Susie, and no, I didn’t talk the whole way (as least not after mom found a Wal-Mart and bought two king size bed pillows for us), we finally stayed in a place that appreciated just exactly who we were. I knew we were in for a treat because mom had her happy voice on. So we drive up and this nice man opens the door and introduces himself and takes us to do our business. Santa Fe is a really cool town, but it does not have very many business places. After a few years I came to realize that all of New Mexico is like that, basically rocks and dirt, and you can’t get to Colorado without going through New Mexico. Then we do full parade through the lobby, and I’m strutting my stuff, looking around like “Yeah, my kind of place”, and even Sara is not trying to hide between mom’s legs. The room was big big, the carpet was not even dirty, the water in the toilet was fresh, plus they had a window that went all the way to the floor so we could see what was going on outside.
My Aunt Susie
I guess the one person that loves me almost as much as mom and dad is Aunt Susie. Even from the very beginning she’s called me her “little brown velvet dog”. She understands me, and I don’t mean when I talk, but she gets what I’m all about. She was the one who first told mom about counting cars. She’s call up and say, “What’s Glazer doing, out on the porch counting cars?” And, the best part about her is that she doesn’t let anyone even mention my nose, much less touch it.
When we all went to Colorado that time and stayed in the fancy hotel, Aunt Susie took me out in the middle of the night to do business. I guess we went out because she had drunk about forty cups of pinion coffee at dinner and couldn’t sleep. Since Santa Fe is all about little narrow streets and adobe buildings and such, there are not a whole lot of business places. So we find this park and we’re walking around not paying a whole lot of attention, smelling the lilac bushes, and all of a sudden a man comes out from under the lilac bush!! Holy Shit!! We both freak out and jump about four feet off the ground, and then run like hell all the way back to the hotel. I bet our feet hardly touched the ground the whole way.
You know, come to think about it, Aunt Susie probably does understand me when I talk. She’s the first one that said, “Can’t you tell what she’s saying? She’s saying, ‘Mama, mama, mama’. See, I told you she got it.
She Who Won’t Sit Still
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, almost more than anything in the whole world, except for Sara and dad, of course. I just have one problem with her because she will not sit still. We go into the kitchen, I lay down, she putters around, she leaves, I get up. Where now? Aha, to the bedroom, great there’s a good rug in there for lying down. She messes around, she leaves, I get up. Where now? Oh, we’re going outside, good I can lie down in the grass, take a little snooze. Oops, she’s gone. Where’d she go? Back in the house? I’m telling you, we’re up and down those stairs a thousand times a day. Why can’t she just sit down and be still?
Next week…Glazer’s story continues, beginning with “Living in Colorado”
Marilynette Cox, Guest Writer