We're soon to end our stay in Florida, and it's a bit sad this time, because I just met a new "friend" over the past few days. I feel like a kid at the end of sleep away summer camp, wishing new friends would return with me to my hometown. This new friend I won't be able to see again until I return to Florida (hopefully in October), because he doesn't have a cell phone, and he doesn't know how to write.
He's a duck, I think, but he sure acts like a dog. Let me explain.
About a week ago while on my morning walk, I went past JP Morgan, so nicknamed because of the roseaeous growth on his nose and head, and his mate, not thinking anything of it. Two days ago, they both approached me on the walking path like I had something they wanted. When they realized I didn't have a slice of bread, they sauntered on their way.
Yesterday, I came bearing the heal of the loaf, which we never eat anyway. Well, JP started panting, and wagging his tail feathers like a dog. I closed my eyes, and he sounded like our Maltese, Snowball (see blog post one). I wish I could describe the scene better, or wish you all could be there to see it.
After the slice was finished, JP and his mate (who expanded only the energy needed to pluck the bread) waddled off in search of another soft hearted walker.
The other observation I had about JP was, in this political climate, he must be a Socialist, looking for handouts the way he does.
About a week ago while on my morning walk, I went past JP Morgan, so nicknamed because of the roseaeous growth on his nose and head, and his mate, not thinking anything of it. Two days ago, they both approached me on the walking path like I had something they wanted. When they realized I didn't have a slice of bread, they sauntered on their way.
Yesterday, I came bearing the heal of the loaf, which we never eat anyway. Well, JP started panting, and wagging his tail feathers like a dog. I closed my eyes, and he sounded like our Maltese, Snowball (see blog post one). I wish I could describe the scene better, or wish you all could be there to see it.
After the slice was finished, JP and his mate (who expanded only the energy needed to pluck the bread) waddled off in search of another soft hearted walker.
The other observation I had about JP was, in this political climate, he must be a Socialist, looking for handouts the way he does.
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