Superpup at the Bridge

On the one hand (or should I say, paw), I guess I should have listened to them. Burning the candle at both ends really does burn it up faster. Still, like Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote (bet you didn’t realize your friendly neighborhood Superpup is cultured as well as badass):

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–
It gives a lovely light!

Yup, it was worth it – living life in the fast lane, grabbing life by the teeth and shaking it for all it’s worth (this also applies to squirrels)…

I gotta admit, though, I’m really gonna miss Hoser and the Lady and the “Master” (heh) of the House.

On the other paw – THIS PLACE IS GREAT!  At first, I wasn’t too keen on crossing the Bridge (I always hated it when we went on walks and crossed that bridge over the expressway – the noise! the exhaust fumes! the possibility that a certain nasty black labrador might sneak up behind me and push me off!).  So, for once in my life, I looked before I leaped.  I revved up my carefully cultivated canine senses to maximum.  I took a nice, long sniff, I pricked up my ears, and I cocked my head so I could get the best possible view.  Hmmm.  Crazy good smells.  Check.  Dogs barking as loud and long as they want.  Check.  Sunshine, lots and lots of sunshine (and, of course, big leafy trees to provide plenty of shade when needed, not to mention the biggest swimming pool I’d ever seen to cool off in when the heat is on), green, green grass.  Oh, and squirrels.  LOTS of squirrels.  Check.

WOW!

I’m impulsive, I admit it. I’ve never exactly been inclined to contemplation. So I took off across that Bridge with the drive and speed and sheer verve that only an official Wire Fox Terrier™ is capable of.

I glanced back when I got to the other side, and I could see the Lady and Hoser and the “Master” of the House smiling at me, and for just a minute (more like a millisecond), I wanted to run back across to get a good scratching behind the ears or, better yet, a belly rub, or maybe to plant a big juicy one (a lick, that is) right when and where they least expected it.  But just then, a squirrel (fully-grown, formidable – a truly worthy adversary for yours truly) sashayed by- and had the temerity to wink at me!  Well, what self-respecting Superpup could let that get by ’em!  So I took off after it and -oh glorious day!- I caught it in my powerful jaws.  Just as I was about to deliver the coup de grace, the patented terrier death grip of doom, it looked up at me and winked again, and smiled a little squirrely smile and you know what?  I let it go. ‘Cause I finally realized that what Mr. Spock said was true: “having” isn’t as good as “wanting” (or something like that).  Besides, there’s plenty more where that one came from in case I decide to go all Kirk on ’em. 😉

I’ll be checking back here at the Bridge every day, ’cause one day I’ll see the Lady, or Hoser, or the “Master” of the House walking across it, calling, “Hey, little bit,” (the Lady) or “Hey, best beast” (Hoser) or “Hey, guy,” (the “Master” – who always, and appropriately, addressed me as an equal).  And you can bet no matter which one it is, I’ll be there faster than you can say “Superpup,” with my tail wagging about a hundred miles an hour and the biggest smile you ever did see!

Count on it.