I needed to water the big pot of mums on the front porch yesterday evening. The old drill was:
Go to kitchen for the watering can, saying, "Mom's got to water the flowers now."
Led by The Outlaw Flynn, ALL RISE and race me to the kitchen, Flynn bouncing and barking YIPPEE! A chance for a breakout!
Get the can, fill it up. Turn away from the sink, surrounded by mob.
Grab handful of cookies, approach front door, encircled by mob. GLEEFUL mob, led by y-k-w.
Throw cookies back into the center of the room, all race for bits on the floor, led by y-k-w.
Quickly escape through front door while mob downs cookie bits.
Water flowers, re-enter the house to a mob reacting as though I'd been gone for three days, led by y-k-w.
But last night? Seamus, Rusty, Darwin, Scamp all lolling around the living room listening to the evening news. I say, "Mom's got to water the flowers now." and I headed for the kitchen. No followers. I get the watering can out... no takers. I fill up the watering can. I'm alone at the sink. I decide to try this daring event sans cookies.
I pass through the living room. Four dogs snoring. I get to the front door. Rusty lifts his head slightly, Seamus opens one eye, Darwin and Scamp are busily grooming themselves. What? No rushes to the door? I speak up: "I said, I'M GOING TO WATER THE FLOWERS NOW" and noisily open the front door. Noone moves a muscle. It's like they were all thinking, "So get on with it. You don't need us there to help out!"
All by myself. Calmly exiting the house, calmly entering the house. By myself. All alone.
It was nice, I guess, but it's going to take some getting used to.
Seamus and Flynn
Bittersweet, to be sure.
However, I am quite sure they are just lulling you into a false sense of security....
Now it's clear that Y K W was the leader of the pack. From your description of Flynn, he had a strong personality which influenced the rest of the mob.
Seamus must be missing him and their heart-to-heart talks.
I love that recap. It made me smile. It also made me sad for your loss again/still. Flynn must have been the driving force of your mob.
I love this story. Bitteer sweet, but such a Flynn story.
Awwwwwwww - get that lazy mob up and go out and enjoy the outside with you .
I loved this.Water flowers, re-enter the house to a mob reacting as though I'd been gone for three days, led by y-k-w.
Your pack is re-learning the normal order of things without their chief rabble-rouser. Before long, they will settle into a new routine, and when they surprise you with something particularly well-organized and devilish, you can rest assured that y-k-w supplied the inspiration.
Kelrobin Cleveland Street Denizen, CGC, RN [Parker]
"Dear George: Remember, no man is a failure who has friends. Thanks for the wings. Love, Clarence" -- IAWL Screenplay (1946)