The other day I was sitting on the couch and looking out the window as the leaves spiraled to the ground and covered the grass and sidewalk that my parents recently raked. It got me thinking…
(different day, same locale)
But then I had enough of that and decided to reminisce about a good time I had not long ago at the expense of my parents.
On this occasion, Mom was in the car getting ready to leave and Dad was doing something useless – taking out the trash, pulling weeds, whatever. Anyhow, as he passed the car he noticed the frunk was ajar. So he asked my Mom if there was something she needed to get out of or put into this compartment. “What?” (That was Mom) “Why did you open the frunk?” “What?” (that was Dad) “I asked you why you opened the frunk.” “Huh?” (Mom again). “Could you just close it so I can leave?” “Huh?” (Dad) “Why did you open it if you needed to leave?” “I didn’t open it.” (Mom) “My keys are in my bag on the passenger seat.” “I didn’t open it…” (Dad) “…I don’t even have my keys on me.” “This makes no sense.” (not sure who said this first since they said it roughly at the same time). “Just close it and I’ll go.” “I’ll just close it so you can go.” (again about simultaneous utterances – you can figure out for yourselves who said what).
All this time, I was sitting in the window with my Dad’s key fob in my mouth – which incidentally can open the frunk. Sammy was sitting beside me just rolling on his bed, beside himself with the humor of what was going outside…and knowing I was responsible. Of course I had to give him the play-by-play since the old guy is just about deaf (Note: my recounting of events to Sammy – and in this blog are and were totally accurate).
Dad closed the frunk and headed back inside. I was dutifully chewing a bone and Sammy had completely composed himself so the old guy (Dad in this instance) was unaware of the fun we were having at his expense. He looked over at his two little angels and smiled at us with adoration and gave us some complement like: “good puppies” – and possibly tossed us a treat before he busied himself with whatever he was going to do after coming back inside. Sam and I just sat in the living room exchanging knowing glances as we remained silent as Dad went about his business.
Finally, he was done with his chores and was ready to leave himself. Wallet…check. Jacket…check. Baseball hat [it was sunny out and his scalp is somewhat exposed nowadays]…check. Doors closed…check. Dogs inside…check. Car keys….hmmmpf. Car keys? Check pants pockets…nope. Check jacket pockets…nope. Check counter top in kitchen…nope. Check desk top…nope. Double Hmmpf.
“Sammy! Tempi! Have you seen my keys?”….no response.
“Seriously guys, do you have any clue what I did with my keys?” Maybe a snicker slipped out. He stopped and looked over at us but we had regained total control of our composure.
“Where the *&%^ are my keys”. He was wondering about kind of like he did tonight when he was on the phone with a customer service guy at our bank and was looking for his iPhone (which happened to attached to his ear). In this case, his keys were not on his person but the vacant, lost look in his eyes was the same. I rolled over to get a better look at what he was doing which accidentally exposed the key fob that I had been hiding underneath my hindquarters. Then he looked again in my direction and saw his keys…and I saw the light go on in his eyes as his two neurons formed a synapse and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
“AHA!” said he, “It was you who opened the frunk!”
-Key fob Before Me: After Me:
Boy did Sam and I have a good laugh over that. In fact, during the rest of the day if either of us did an impression of our Dad looking for his keys or finally figuring out where they were and how the frunk got open, we would both just about bust a gut laughing. Is there anything better than a truly good laugh? Well aside from steak of course. Or fish. Or a good bone. Or a walk in the mountains off leash. Or a road trip with the pack….Well it is up there in great things. Just saying.
By the way, I might go into meteorology. As you may recall I said recently winter was coming and then this happened a few days later:
Well, maybe that isn’t the best example as it is hard to tell in this photo that my toys outside are totally frosted over.
Here is one with some snow on the ground in the background…totally Sammy’s time of the year!
Trust me, he was totally grinning until the camera came out.