Our Famous Dogs
We try to encourage a low profile with our Scottish Terriers, Misha and Grisha, yet, wherever we go, they are recognized, unique souls that they are. People invite them to be in parades, and promotions, and lots of job offers, the likes of which would make many seeking employment jealous. The other day, we had another in a series of amazing occurrences.
Here’s the background to the story:
1. We live in two different cities, about seven hours apart, Point A to Point B.
2. Benedetto has a sister and her family live in Point C about three hours’ away from Point A, making it ten hours’ away from Point B. His mother is also in a nursing home in Point C, so we occasionally go to visit them. Are you following this?
3. Our youngest daughter, Sashenka, wanted to buy a holiday treat for Misha and Grisha, and that brought her to a pet store in Point B. The children were with their father, and the dogs were at home with me.
Now, on to the High Drama.
The cashier tells Sashenka the price, and naturally, she has not figured out tax. In her childish world of all needs being provided, tax does not exist. At the pet store, it does.
She and her sister receive permission to run to the car and get some extra change, since there are no other customers checking-out. These are the odd coins that we find under seats, in cup holders and seat-back pockets, that would normally just be Family Car Debris, but instead, can be used as handy-dandy Tax Money.
“Tax is difficult for me to figure, too,” the clerk responds during this lull in holiday shopping. “I just moved here from another state.”
She tells him.
“Really? Whereabouts in that state?” he wonders.
She tells him the county.
“No—what town?” he laughs.
She tells him.
Sure enough, it’s Point C where his sister’s family lives, and his mother, not a large town by any means.
Now, if you’re wondering what this has to do with Famous Misha and Grisha, hold on. My husband relates to the lady that, when we visit his sister, we often have to put our little guys in Doggy Daycare for a few hours. Sometimes, during cooler months, they can stay in the car, but otherwise, we let them relax in a friendly environment, away from their pseudo cousin-dog.
“Well, I used to work at that pet store!” the young lady responds.
“Then maybe you know my sister’s dog, Charlie?” since she would leave him several times a week as she and her husband worked in their careers outside the home.
“Charlie Papadopoulos?!” she exclaimed, not that Papadopoulos is Charlie’s, nor the sister’s last name, but it’s easier to pronounce than the Italian one that side of the family all share. About up there on a scale of difficulty with Bartologimignano. “I’ve known him since he was a puppy! And who are your dogs?”
“Two black Scotties.”
“I know them! I checked them in before—isn’t one’s name Mee… oh, Mee-something?”
“Misha and Grisha,” he nods.
“Yes! They were so cute!”
So here’s a young lady who just moved ten hours away, and feels like she has friends and family in the community because of our little guys, Misha and Grisha. Maybe we’ll start them working for the Welcome Wagon, when they’re not busy with their other public appearances, spreading joy and good cheer. These dogs have a whole life of their own, with contacts we’re only beginning to learn about.
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