Monday, December 7
The crew and I are outside enjoying a perfectly warm day at our camp at Midland LTVA northwest of Blythe, California.
I look up from my reading. Bridget contentedly chews on a rawhide bone.
But where’s Reggie? Where did he go?
I follow his tether inside the Best Little Trailer and find him sitting on the floor.
“What’s with the sad face, little guy?”
“What’s wrong, Reg? You don’t seem very happy.”
At that moment from the other side of a distant ridge comes the sound of gun shots.
Oh, now I understand . . . .
Reggie wiggles, jumps off my lap, and sprints into the BLT.
I go inside and unhook him from the tether. He jumps up on the bed and settles into the covers. Such an unhappy face!
“You rest and come out when you feel better.”
Maybe a walk will help. Reggie loves walks.
“Bridge, we have to take Reg for a walk. He’s lost his mojo somewhere and maybe we can find it in the desert. You come with us and help.”
I lift Reggie off the bed and he perks up at the idea of a walk.
The three of us set off on a trek in search of Reggie’s mojo.
Reggie usually runs ahead to be the leader when we walk. Today he walks right next to me. Bridget lags behind as is her custom. For a few moments Reggie forgets his troubles and sniffs a few bushes and even raises his leg on them. His renewed confidence doesn’t last, however. He returns to my side and walks in my shadow.
“Well, this isn’t working. We might as well go back to camp.”
Reggie immediately hops into bed.
“I know what that boy needs.”
I toss the crew into the Perfect Tow Vehicle and we motor into town.
I’ll get him a Carl’s Jr. hamburger patty. That’ll fix what ails him!
First we stop at Smart and Final grocery and I pick up a few items. While in line at check-out, I notice the woman in front of me plops a big cooked chicken onto the conveyor.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Where did you find that chicken?”
“Oh, it’s over there.” She points. “See that warmer?”
I thank her and trot over to pick out a chicken. The sign says “oven roasted chickens – 3 lbs.”
Gee, these are better looking than the last chicken I bought. That thing was more like a Cornish game hen. The price is $5.99.
I load the groceries into the PTV.
“Smells good, doesn’t it, guys.”
Reggie noses around in the bags. Bridget doesn’t stir. She knows she’ll have some.
“Get out of there, Reg. You can have some at home.”
Gosh, he really wants that chicken. No need to go to Carl’s, Jr.
The chicken is delicious.
Later we go for another walk along a wash in the desert. By the time we return it’s almost sunset. I check the blog and then I go outside to watch the color display with Bridget and Reggie.
“Look at that! Everything is pink! We’re living in a pink world!”
Reggie hops and Bridget wags her tail.
Reggie becomes very excited.
Apparently a day of moping around has stored up a lot of energy and he can’t contain it any longer. Reggie runs in circles at the end of his tether with me in the center. I twirl like a top as he goes around and around me. I laugh to see my boy back to his ol’ self again.
“GO, REGGIE MAN, GO!”
NOTE: Click this link to find the YouTube video of “La Vie En Rose” (“My Life in Pink”), the English version, sung by Edith Piaf, lyrics by Mack David.
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