Collage 4" x3.5"
"Mr. President," I said. "I know I contributed to your
re-election campaign and all, but does Checker's here have to show me
his gratitude by getting romantic with my leg." Dick picked up
a book that was sitting on the coffee table and threw it at the dog.
The dog scurried behind the couch with its tail between its legs.
"You know, Bob," he said. "I love that dog. Checkers
is the only one in this entire damn family who likes me."
"Well, Mr. President I hope he doesn't like you in the same way
he seems to like my leg."
He ignored my comment and said, "I'd never do anything to hurt
Checkers. He's all heart." He turned melancholy and sat in silence.
Then without a word, he rose from his chair and walked out to the patio
leaving me alone in the den with the dog.
No sooner, had he left when Checkers came out from behind the couch
and went straight for my crotch.He dug in with his snout like he was
flushing grouse. "Whoa! Down Boy," I said."Fido, you're
wearing out your welcome here. Shoo!" I tried to gently push him
away but he went for me again. "Checkers, settle down. We haven't
even been properly introduced." When he started to climb up my
leg again I reached over and grabbed his snout. Turning first to see
if Dick still had his back to us, I did something Der Binger would have
heartily endorsed: I gave that mutt a swift kick in the derriere. It
yelped and ran from the room. Dick came in from the veranda and and
collapsed back into his chair. Maybe it was just my guilty conscience,
but I swear the old scoundral gave me a smirk. "We're a pair, Hope.
You and I." I turned toward him and grinned. "We sure are."
I replied. "We sure are."