There just isn't much going on with my job hunt other than it eats into my blogging time, so I thought I would just pop in and share a few Mabel Lou tales.
I've decided to climb the mountain north of the levee once a week...I just want to build my stamina. I made it half way up the other day before becoming winded and hot. I stopped to breathe. Mabel, a good 20 feet further up the mountain, turned to look at me.
I said to her, "Mamma can't make it any further."
And she came to me!
That makes it all the harder to admit that she chooses to ignore me on occaision!
Last Saturday, we ventured to our favorite dog-friendly weekend breakfast dive. We were sitting at that table in the back, closest to the kitchen door. (We have to sit where Mabel's tail won't drive anyone nuts! She's also been known to sit on someone else's bench...feet on the ground; butt on the seat! Can you imagine eating breakfast and suddenly realizing a strange rottweiler is sitting at your table??)
As luck would have it, Mabel's favorite waitress, Laurie was off. Although the busboy brought her cookies and the waitress did bring her one piece of bacon, poor Mabel stared holes in that door! Despite of wishing to make it so, Laurie did not magically appear.
Yesterday, I decided not to take any chances... I phoned before driving there. Laurie answered. Mabel's breakfast: pork chops, scrambled eggs, sausage, ortega omelet, biscuit w/ sausage gravy, Belgian waffle, hash browns and a hunk o butter! And cookies from the busboy. And yes, she still wanted a bite of my eggs, bacon and pancakes!