MLLE. RENEE AND THE UPS MAN
Today was one of those autumn days that you anticipate for an entire year. A real Indian summer day with temps in the low 80s and a bright Saint Louis cobalt blue sky dotted with puffy, fluffy cotton ball clouds.
It was the kind of day when you just have to shout out, “To hell with accomplishing anything important that would save or serve mankind! I’m going to sit outside in my relaxing chair, drink a diet caffeine free Dr. Pepper, read _____ (Author friends please insert title of your latest book.) on my Kindle and just spend the afternoon with my faithful four-footed companion Mademoiselle Renee.” And so I did!
After reading a chapter or two, I noticed the UPS truck coming down the street. And when it came to a stop in front of the house, Mlle. Renee’s perked to alert mood and she turned her gaze to the street, saw the stopped truck and ran into the house and to the front door before the driver even had a chance to ring the bell. I must say, I was a lot slower.
Now I can’t say Renee has a thing for the driver, even though he does wear his brown UPS shorts ten months out of the year to expose his Tour de France racing cyclist’s legs and thighs.
She doesn’t even pay any attention to him once I open the door. Her sole interest is … does he have a package in his hands. And she doesn’t have any interest in what the package might contain either. She just wants the container.
And as soon as I empty the box and give it to her, she picks it up by one flap and carries it out into the yard where she …
Its like I have my very own TSA agent or DEA officer living with me! And when the box is completely flattened, she will walk back to me with a “I KILLED THAT BOX!” look on her face. That’s my girl! Now back to the book and fluffy clouds.
Posted on October 17, 2012, in LIVING WITH MLLE. RENEE and tagged cobalt blue skies, Indian Summer, legs and thighs, little boxes, Mlle. Renee, puffy fluffy cotton ball clouds, UPS man. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
... a somewhat unknown or perhaps imaginary actor, writer, director, producer, photographer, friend, brother, uncle and all round good fellow that you really should get to know because he lives with that most glamorous fourpaw Mademoiselle Renee. (Mlle. Renee for short)
No box will ever get the best of you and Renee. I wish I could figure out a way to make my dogs get equally excited in a POSITIVE way about our mail carriers.
She’s not real keen on mail carriers, and she won’t let them bribe her with cookies either. I think she might have been abused by one when she was living on the street. Or maybe she just likes guys in short pants.