Hitch in My Glitch

Cyndi:  You look sad, Buddy.  What's wrong?

Buddy:  I don't know.  I guess I'm feeling a bit nostalgic.

Cyndi:  For anything in particular?

Buddy:  Yes, for the days when I was young and handsome, Miss Mother and Mr. Harwood were still with us, I was the star of this blog, and Jan took us dogs in the car because I was an excellent back seat driver.  Now I'm old and ugly, white-furred and boring.

Cyndi:  You aren't ugly and boring, Buddy.  I remember you in your prime.  Handsome, energetic, nose to the ground dragging Jan down the street.

Buddy:  Now I get a crick in my neck if I try to follow a trail and a glitch in my hitch when I try to keep the pace.

Cyndi:  Oh, I think I know the problem.  You're feeling left out and overlooked because of Marcus.  

Buddy:  Yes, he pushes his way into everything.  He's always getting his picture taken and finagling his way into the center of posts.  He shoves everyone out of his way to be first through the door, shrieks at the top of his lungs to let the entire neighborhood know he's going on a walk.  He ... he's obnoxious!

Cyndi: You're jealous, but you shouldn't be.  You were the king of obnoxious.  You moved in here, took over Merci's toys, ate her food, stepped on her to be first out the door, bayed at the top of your lungs to tell the world you were on your way -   I could go on, but you get the idea.  You're the original. Marcus is a copy.

Buddy:  Thanks for the pep talk, Merci.  I feel much better.

Cyndi:  Where are you going?

Buddy:  To get Marcus's attention, even if I have to sit on him, so I can teach him everything I can remember about obnoxious. 

Cyndi:  Sit on him?  Must be a new teaching method.


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