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A Harley McGuire Adventure: Day in Jeremy aka Jerome

As Mother stood looking out our front window facing east as the setting sun was reflecting on the MoogiGong Rim, she gently picked me up and reminded me how lucky we were to have enjoyed such a splendid day.

Not since our adventure at that place called T-Locky-Pocky last autumn have I been included in an outing as special as this. A friend of Mom’s invited her out for lunch. As I sat looking like doom and gloom, she surprised me by saying “OK Harley McGuire, let’s go.” Oh wow, little did I know how special this would be.

It was all pretty confusing for a while because all of a sudden I was riding in a different car which Mommy wasn’t driving. However, when we parked and she instructed me to stay put, I heard the word “Asylum” uttered and I thought, “Oh My God, I’ll never see her again.” That was before I learned it was the name of the restaurant where she and her companion were having lunch.

This new big vehicle I was stored in for the time being was pretty neat because it had lots of windows. It wasn’t at all hot out so I was very comfortable and had two of my favorite blankets. Lots of people wandered by and I didn’t bark at them. That’s a no-no.

When Mother and her friend returned, we drove to another place to park, I was leashed up, and off we went. Many more of those places called “shops and stores” were open and folks were having fun looking around and buying things. One place had loud ars-kickin’ music but Mommy would need quite a bit of wine to even go in there! Everyone was very friendly, and just for a little while we were in a peaceful and happy place. There were a few other doggies on leashes, most of them bigger than I, but it seemed that they, too, were enjoying their outing.

Mom’s favorite store was where they sold Key-lie-de-scopes. I thought that was some kind of a bug or insect but Mom said “No, they’re special machines that produce magical designs when a little wheel is turned.”

A few people stopped to pet me and said sweet words. I just loved that. It didn’t even upset me when Mom and her friend ate ice cream and didn’t offer me any. Ha, I should care about that? After all, I was out and about on a glorious Sunday afternoon in April sniffing the cool fresh air probably produced as a result of the snowfall the day before.

Soon it was time to leave. Quite honestly I was pooped because usually I’m home napping at this time. However, I can do that tomorrow. It was a glorious day. Happiness is alive and well. Just take time to look over your shoulder but don’t ever forget to be grateful to those who care. Thank you, Mr. Sir. (Mommy taught me to be polite.)

Lovingly,

Harley McGuire

5 Comments

  1. Chip and Dale says:

    Harley, glad you had a good time. Our mom goes with her friend and her two Portugeez water dogs for walks. They visit shops and have a wonderful time. It is so nice that the shop owners like to have 4-legged visitors. Did you get any treats? Sometimes the water dogs do. Well that is what mom tells us anyway after their adventures. We are home sleeping and waiting for her to come home and tell us about the walks. Look forward to hearing from you soon.

  2. Martha says:

    Harley McGuire, I am so glad you had a nice April outing. I do believe the
    girls should have offered you some ice cream though. Many years ago, I
    remember going to, as you say, T-Locky-Pocky . It was awesome.

  3. Cole Robertson says:

    Hi Harley,
    It’s raining cats and dogs here in northern California and on Monday we had a slight earthquake. I agree with Martha that you should have been offered some ice cream. I love ice cream and almost every kind of food that I can find. I’m tall enough to rest my head on the table but no one lets me because its bad manners but sometimes it’s so tempting, Harley, and I get in big trouble because my tongue doesn’t listen to my brain. Last week I made Bryan so mad because I kind of let my tongue eat his Big Mac when he left the table for a minute to get a glass of milk. It wasn’t my fault but my tongues! Bryan and I are friends again but it would be easier on our relationship if Bryan just bought me a Big Mac when he bought his! Does Peter Rabbit bring you an Easter basket, Harley? He does me and it’s filled with doggie treats and a new sparkly collar and leash! My sister, Mandy, gets a bowl filled with doggie treats and special shampoo and brush (she has an electronic collar that she loves). Thanks for writing your letters. Are you off to a new adventure soon?
    Your penpal in California,
    Cole

  4. Mandy says:

    Hello Harley McGuire,
    My brother, Cole, forgot to mention that the family makes me wear this collar because my legs get me into trouble. His tongue gets him into trouble, my legs get me into trouble. My legs want to run and run and run whenever we go outside to play but Cole likes to chew sticks and lay down after a few minutes of running around. Harley, I never get tired of running. I love feeling the breeze on my nose and there is a wonderful muddy creek bank to play in close to our house. Sometimes I can’t make my legs stop running, so my electronic collar is a good reminder that I am headed in the wrong direction and to stay inside my yard where it is safe. I just wish that creek and its muddy bank was inside my yard, Harley. I miss that creek on rainy days like today. Bye now, Harley McGuire. Your other penpal, Mandy

  5. Harley McGuire says:

    Chip, Dale, Martha, Cole & Mandy:

    My heart sings every time Mother lets me know my pals are still out there, sharing their thoughts, lives, pleasures, and not-so-happy moments. (Heads up Cole, better control that tongue around Bryan’s Big Macs.)
    I don’t get no Easter baskets or special treats. Do you think that means animal abuse? Should I look sad, pout, or maybe biting Mommy will get her attention. That’s just a joke. She scolds me bad when I still snap at her over the paw trimming events.

    Thanks Chip & Dale for the tip on places that give out treats. So far we haven’t found those yet but I’m supposed to be on a diet anyway.

    Happy Easter My Dear Friends,
    Lovingly, Harley McGuire

    PS: Mommy’s escort to Jeromiah was a “Sir” and not a “Ma’am.” Thought I’d let that be know to all including Martha!

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