Day two (kind of)

Apparently Rari feels my working 7:30 am -3 and then coming home to pack up my house for moving isn't an excuse, so here is the next post written on my lunch break -

In my previous post I mentioned that Rari and I are 'twins'. Basically this is the result of our mothers growing up together and then randomly (or so we are told, I'm not ruling out the possibility of an ongoing science experiment which is top secret but will ultimately decide the fate of the human race) having daughters an hour apart.

Like all twins Rari and I have our similarities and differences. You could say this is true of any two people but then this piece of writing would have no point and I will have wasted several hours of my life so let's not make that generalisation thank you.

One of our most obvious differences is our reaction to dogs. When I see anything canine I become an infant. I can only stand and point while (much like a deflating balloon) I exclaim 'Doooooog!' . If I'm actually allowed to pat the dog I then reach a point of madness where I am overjoyed to be interacting with THE BEST ANIMAL EVER but at the same time I am crushingly aware that I will fall in love with it and it belongs to someone else.

Rari, doesn't 'get' dogs. I think she sees them as ornaments on a shelf, pretty to look at, but pointless. To give her full credit she did recently try to 'get' them recently when I brought a dog (and some friends) to stay overnight with her. I had left a message on her phone letting her know that the dog was coming (I was NOT going to miss the opportunity of AN ENTIRE WEEKEND hanging out with a dog). She returned my call after her uni class with a slightly confusing response.

'Mary, do dogs eat grass?'

I paused a moment to contemplate what she had just said. Could she have dog mistaken with goat? Was she worried the dog would eat a special plant? Or had she become a really strict vegetarian?

'Well they eat a bit' I replied cautiously. 'Just to keep their tummy happy'.

'Oh good' she was very pleased with this information. 'My yard is completely overgrown and your dog will eat the grass'.

Despite my assurance that one Labrador can't actually consume a yard full of grass, Rari remained overly cheerful about the dogs arrival.

And do you know what happened? Every time Rari looked at that damn dog it would start eating grass, like it knew it was paying it's dues for a free nights accommodation. My favourite image of the trip is Rari, with her garden shears hacking at knee high grass while the dog stood to the side and did her best.

Do I actually have a point in writing this? I have entirely forgotton. But I did get to think about dogs (and Rari) for a while so I gues it was worth the effort.