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.
The Importance of Looking Out
Most humans obviously do not understand the importance of being able to look outside; otherwise they would not design houses without windows that go to the floor. True, our hearing is infinitely better than a human, so we usually can hear if something is going on out there and we usually don’t get surprised. But, that’s what makes it all the worse. You can hear something is happening, but you can’t see! I had a great look-out spot when I first came here, then one day it was gone, everything changed in that room. I think they call it remodeling. For weeks I would hear a car, run to the bedroom, realize I couldn’t see out, run to the front door and then just wait. It’s horrible to just stand there and wait and wait and wait. Mom and dad finally put in a floor window downstairs, at least now I can see who’s coming and make sure that when mom and dad go outside that they’re really leaving or not. It’s a lot less stressful.
Reading with Dad
A few years ago, people who make furniture designed a chair for a dog and a human. What a great idea! I think it’s called a “chair and a half”. Now, it couldn’t be for two humans because that would have to be a double chair. No, it’s for a human and a dog, especially a big dog. You wouldn’t need this chair if you just had little yapper dogs because, obviously, that’s why they’re called lap dogs. Mom bought this chair for herself, but since she rarely sits down, dad and I took it over almost immediately. Dad reads, I mean seriously reads, for hours on end, and he doesn’t get up all that often. Reading with dad is like heaven on earth. We have spent countless hours together in that chair, he reads and I sleep mostly. Where we had the chair in Colorado, we had floor windows all the way across the whole r oom and I could get in the chair with dad and look outside at the same time. Come to think about it, that house in Colorado had floor windows in every room, even the bathroom!
Dancing to Dwight
My mom loves Dwight Yoakam. (Dad calls him “Dwayne” just to piss her off.) She probably has every record he ever made so Sara and I have become quite the Dwight aficionados. There are albums that we mop the floors to (lively ones), albums that we get sad over (slow ones), and dancing albums. Dad says mom can’t dance real well, but he’s never been there when it’s just me and her, and Dwight crooning at the top of his lungs. We can, as they say, cut a rug. There’s only one problem with this. I do not understand when there’s a bunch of people dancing and I want to cut in on a couple, and instead I get in trouble. The only person other than mom who ever really liked to dance with me was Aunt Debbie. She understood.
You believe that just because you forget your keys and come back in within 30 seconds and we’re glad to see you that we don’t know how long you’re gone? That’s just show. It’s this whole guilt thing and a con for another cookie.
Digging for Peanuts
Dad has this habit of dropping peanuts, especially when he is sitting in his chair. Mom thinks he is just sloppy, but I know better. He drops them just for me! It’s really kind of a game we play – I pretend I don’t see him drop them and he pretends he doesn’t mind me digging around in his chair. Did I already say how much I love my Dad?
Next week…Glazer’s story continues, beginning with “The Bathroom”
Marilynette Cox, Guest Columnist