Well the Sirs have their cousins visiting for the next few weeks. We had a meeting the other day to talk about how they were to host their guests..As you can see, they were being quite attentive, if not revealing their enthusiasm about expanding the neighborhood reach that two new members may afford. It was early.
Part of the Knights’ code involves graciousness and impeccable manners to all who enter their kingdom. The arrival of Sirs Harpo and Otis of Manhattan, NY proved no exception. There was a lot of “Hail fellow, well met”, sniffing of armor (so to speak) and conversation about news from the North. Harpo is the most venerated of the Sirs, lively yet weary of child-like folly at the age of fourteen. Otis on the other hand is eight going on two. With no disrespect intended, this is not a gathering of the canine equivalent of Mensa. But each is of grand heart and cheer, so all else can be forgiven. After all, there are few national security issues taking place here, and most certainly no lands left to conquer (although Maid Molly the Golden Retriever next door is definitely our equivalent to Lady Guinevere). And she’s an equal opportunity flirt, though her heart is clearly devoted to Sir Theodore. Unfortunately, Molly is quite big; Teddy is quite small – and they have yet to figure out how to slide each other their phone numbers.
So…meet Sirs Otis and Harpo..Being our city cousins, adjusting to life in the suburbs is a little bit of a challenge. But my hunch is that within the next few days, this will be a posse to contend with – and hopefully good buddies.
“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog, it’s too dark to read” — Groucho Marx