Obedience School for Jan

Cyndi:  That doesn't look like a Funny Farmer.  What is it doing in today's post?

Merci:  We saw it on our walk last week.  We thought it was kind of a neat shot.

Cyndi:  What's neat about it?  It's a broken down old building, a pile of rocks and a big truck.

Merci:  Ah, but that truck is finally carting off some of the rock piles on the mill property.  There wasn't any work done there for about a year but they are finally back to trying to clean it up.

Cyndi:  How long will that take - about a week?

Merci:  I think it's going to take a lot longer than that.  You ought to help us walk Jan one day and you could see the mill for yourself.

Cyndi:  No, thanks.  I'm allergic to mills.

Merci:  You must mean pills.  You can't be allergic to mills.

Cyndi:  Okay, I'm allergic to walking with you dogs.  I've heard Jan's a handful.  Pulls on the leash, wanders off in the wrong direction, stops at the most inconvenient times to breathe ... I mean, who needs to breathe while walking?

Merci:  You're right.  She needs to go through Obedience School.

Cyndi:  Good luck with that.

Merci:  We tried once.  The receptionist asked questions such as is Jan housebroken, well-socialized, does she get into the trash,  does she bark at passersby, and does she know basic commands? 

Cyndi:  And?

Merci:  She said Jan sounds like a good prospect.  Then she asked if Jan howls when an emergency vehicle passes with siren blaring, and we had to admit she doesn't.  The receptionist cleared her throat and asked does Jan have any strange quirks.  I asked if howling at the answering machine counts and the woman hung up the phone.