"Mac Margarita"
A casual dinner invitation Fri. July 15 with friends...no big deal.
The work day ended at 6:00 followed by drinks with the girls. Driving home, my mind was crowded with excuses to cancel dinner. I arrived home and hurried inside to my puppy, Mac, who'd spent 12 hours inside his crate. I'm never certain if he's thrilled to see me or just excited to be released from his crate, but our greeting ritual begins. It consist of baby-puppy-blabber, squeezes, hugs, licks, dancing-around-the-room, etc. and I knew I couldn't go to dinner and leave him again. I called my friend to explain. (they have cats - no dog). I begin with ... I was late getting home, really difficult day and just don't have the heart to lock Mac again and I couldn't imagine bringing a rambunctious puppy along. She hesitated a moment then response...."no, no, I think that would be fine…just come to the back & we'll give Mac full run of the sunroom and deck and keep the cats inside separate". Geez, what friends! "Mackie Ole Boy," I say, "we going to dinner tonight"! He’s wagged his tail wildly as if he understood every word. I had a dog leash in one hand and a freshly salted, (what I like to call my) big ass, margarita glass in the other as we head out. I opened the truck door and placed my margarita in the cup holder between the seats. I lifted Mac into the drivers seat where he normally jumps the console, into the passenger seat. Yep, he damn near made it this time too, except for his left, back leg which landed directly in my margarita glass... he stumbled backwards (guess the cold surprised him) to a near sitting position but recovered quickly jerking his leg from my glass and continuing across as if nothing happened. Riding along he licks tequila from his leg, and looks up with big ole Shizu eyes. I’m sure if he could speak he'd say…"now that’s good stuff Mama!” Well damn, I'm thinking...as I take another drink from my glass and said… “If we both gonna drink tequila, Mackie...somebody better find a job!”
Sitting here today ....looking through classified job ads.... it hits me….....I drank my first Margarita, with no hesitation, stirred with a dog's hind leg! damn! Wonder if there's any bartending jobs open for Shitzu's?
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