Ed never scratches behind MY ear

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Ed never scratches behind MY ears


     Human beings ... aren't we a strange lot? I think of this so often, especially when Taylor comes into the house and she is so happy and smiley and it's hugs and kisses all around. Her parents come in behind her and it's, "Hello," When Taylor leaves, it's hugs and kisses time again with a "Thanks for coming to visit, I'm so glad you came over." And a "see ya," to her parents.    
      When Morgan (9) comes, the hugs are fewer and farther between and kisses are "yuk." When he leaves we get lots of hugs because it will probably be another year before we see him. When Jason (16) comes, maybe a hug, maybe not, but generally, we do get a hug. When he leaves, probably not, Always in a rush, he's just suddenly gone. Where is all of this going, you are probably asking. Well, I'll tell you.
     Ed spent last week in Rapid City with his mother while she had a couple of surgeries, one of which was to remove an aneurysm (and the tough old gal is back up and going again, thank God!) He got the standard hug and "good luck" kiss and was off. He arrived home Friday morning around 10; came into the house and got the, "Oh, you're home already," as he put his thermos on the counter and did the big sigh from the long trip. We had a few minutes of "how's your mother?" before he asked if I had fed the dog yet. Of course, I had to confess that I hadn't and he said he'd better go take care of Colt.
     As he went out onto the patio I heard him call to Colt, "Hi there, Colt, how're you doing?, did you miss me?, come here," and witnessed the hugging and patting, the run around the yard in the joy of seeing each other, and playing, so happy to see each other. Wait a minute, wait a minute ... what about me??? Where's my pat on the head? I don't remember Ed grabbing and scratching my ears and rough-housing me. He was too tired! Does he think Colt is going to fix his dinner for him tonight? I don't think so. Maybe I'll start wagging my tail and drinking out of a dish on the floor.
     No, I think I'll have to go back to the drawing board. I read a note the other day that said, "Before there were drawing boards, what did people go back to?" Good point.


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