My Little Republican?

Here’s a funny thing about Chappy.
He loves right-hand turns.
When we’re out for walks and reach an intersection, he always tries to herd me to the right. Which, since he’s genetically a retrieving dog and not a herding dog, is particularly interesting, don’t you think?
It always makes me think (as so many things do) of the song from the 1776 musical, “Cool, Considerate Men.” You know, the conservatives who go, “To the right. Ever to the right. Never to the left. But ever to the right…”
I, of course, am a registered Independent voter, and vote as often for Democrats as for Republicans, so I’m not quite sure where he gets this orientation from. I mean, a right turn at the corner closest to our house leads to one of his very favorite neighbors, so that one makes sense. But he does this at almost every corner. There’s even one in our neighborhood where the only option is to turn left, but he’ll try to lead us over to the driveway across the street, rather than turn left–which takes him toward some of his favorite dog-friends.
Go figure.
Hey, remember the other day, when we had a photographer stop by? Well, the story is live and floating around the ‘Net (even translated into Spanish). Of course, I’d love to be collecting press clippings because of my freelance writing, but hey! You know, Chappy deserves as much publicity as he can get.
So, tomorrow is a travel day. Mom, Chappy and I are heading to Martha’s Vineyard to dog-sit for a few days, which is going to be fun and interesting. Here’s hoping that Chappy does NOT get sick in the car, and that he, Silas, and Balou get along famously. (In fact, as I understand it, Silas is going to be dog of the month. We’re just happy to be able to help him celebrate.) Dad will be here, holding down the fort.
Now, I just hope I didn’t forget anything. I didn’t start packing until after 9:00, which was making Mom twitchy…


































































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