With a Capital “T”

Dudo and Moose have been acting a bit peculiar since I spent those few days in Madrid. When I first returned home, they demanded a treat… immediately. Once I obeyed, they gave me the cold shoulder. That lasted a few hours. I promised them we weren’t moving again and I thought things were back to normal. But then I noticed them sneaking up behind me and staring at me strangely. It was a bit spooky. I couldn’t figure out what had come over them. (It was as if they’d been taken over by their “jungle animal extincts.”)

DUDO…
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MOOSE…
DOWNRIGHT RUDE…

I walked in on them in the living room yesterday just before lunch and I now know what the trouble is. In my absence they’d discovered the game of “pool.” Snooker actually, but we all know where that leads.

DUDO HAS THE MOVES.
MOOSE LURKS AROUND THE CORNER.
TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE

Final Note
Truth is, the boys did give me attitude for a few hours. But they’re back to being loving, sweet, playful, and excruciatingly attentive. And they still immediately come in from the terrace when I call (and they still do not when San Geraldo calls). Although Dudo just swaggered by with a cigarette behind his ear.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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