The other day The Boy and I went shopping in The Big City, you know, school starts soon, he ( amongst others) is growing like a weed, time for some new duds. Usually I send him with The Girl, but she often ( she is just so darn persuasive…) ends up with most of his filthy lucre and, well, a little one to one never hurts, now does it ? Even with a 5 foot 10 14 year old ( oh, yes, rah, rah, rah, says a very short woman living in the Land of Giants…).

You all remember The Boy, don’t you ? The social outcast at his primary school, the kid no one wanted to stand next to in the class photos ( who me, bitter ?). After all of these years, you must.

So we go to his very favorite store. Uh, obviously, wrong time of the year to go shopping, for all he found were some socks and, well, dare I say it ? skivvies. We go to pay. The sloe eyed sales girl glances at The Boy. She continues looking at my boy. He smiles. She smiles back.

It continues at every uber- cool store that we go to, a young man with his very short and very grey haired Mommy ( who, it must be said , at least is not terribly stout ), attractive young girls smiling at my little boy. You know, * smiling*.

As we walk back to the bus station, joshing about something or another, three handsome young girls pass us. Six eyes slide to the left, looking at The Boy. He smiles. Once they are past us, we both laugh and laugh, rather stunned at the attention that he has garnered but very pleased as well.

And we both agree that it even tops going to Micky D’s and getting the free cola glass. Yup, the eyes of pretty girls sliding over to The Boy, their smiles are indeed the best part of the trip.

Yesterday I told The Baby that Destin’s sister had just won another prize. And The Baby asked me, doesn’t Ms.K. ( the breeder) care about Destin.

And all that I could say was Destin just found the best place to live, funny feet and all. *

* Destin’s back feet really point East -West. In a Pyr, a bit of toeing out is normal, but he goes beyond a *bit*. We took him to an orthopedic clinic for dogs, and it seems that he might have O.C.D. or *something else*. X-rays revealed that he has *chips* ( either of bone or cartilage ) which have migrated from his very floppy double dewclaws into his ankles.

But he is not in pain.

Destin comes from just about the best line of Pyrs that one can find in Europe. Ch’s clutter his pedigree. And he is just a beautiful, beautiful dog and so sweet that one just has to smile at him all of the time.

But he will never be a show dog, which is what I had hoped for. For The Girl.

Can we just say a big old Oh Well ?

I have always felt that a very important factor to having a happy life is to have a good stock of day dreams. Oh, not any old day dreams, but ones which have a good chance of actually coming true. Not 100 %, for that takes the gambling factor away, but at least 70- 30.

I have no day dreams right now, nothing that I think will have a decent chance of coming true. First time for everyone, I suppose. My day dreams sit upon a boat, going from Turkey to India, and yet, and yet, I do not even believe in India any longer. Two years is a very long time without milk money, even though The Father is seen as a pioneer. A Big Wig ( Whig ? ).

I dream of nothing.

What an odd place to be.