Then, she took me out just before sunset, when every visitor and resident on Oahu hangs out in Waikiki. Everyone and his Boston terrier.
And strangest of all, she was in a very patient mood. She didn't try to march me along, and let everyone pet me who wanted to. Even the sticky kids eating shave ice. Did she let me eat their shave ice? Not so much.
We visited Deena and the circus performers practicing in the park. Handsome Tony the juggler was there and remembered to greet me. I enjoy the jugglers -- tossing balls to themselves. There are a lot of unskilled humans in the parks who toss balls away and expect their dogs to bring them back. They could take lessons in juggling.
Among the onlookers was a family with a young girl in one of those wheelchairs, like the old men in the park hang out in, or the fat lady in the hotel who always smells like cigarette smoke. But this was a super-fancy motorized job. The girl didn't smell like smoke, and looked at me, so I moseyed on over to say hi. The mom and other kids gushed over me, of course, and the mom moved the girl's hand to approximate petting me. I rested my head in her lap so she could feel the weight on her legs and she grinned from ear to ear. For some reason, I felt happy. Weird.
On the way home we met a couple of kids in a "stroller" -- stupid name, the kids are specifically NOT strolling, but sitting down. The little sister had her leg in a cast, a most unusual aroma -- quite musty and unwashed, with bits of food and some plaster and Vetrap. Humom didn't let me get a good lick in. I did get some good snootfuls, causing the mom to coo how sweet that the doggie was trying to heal her little girl. Whatever.
--- Merry Christmas, Missy out
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