Togo Goes Postal
It’s not what you think.
Really. I don’t have much of a temper. I stay calm unless some other dog makes a scene. And then I make a bigger one. But I’m not angry. I’m just expressing myself.
Daddy says that “going postal” is a slang phrase meaning that someone gets uncontrollably angry. Many years ago, a bunch of people who worked for the post office got really angry and did horrible things. Now Daddy says that they just get really angry and take our mail to the wrong place.
That’s not the “going postal” I want to tell you about.
You see, on my back porch, there are two posts. They keep the roof from crashing into the patio. But for some strange reason, these posts follow me around. As a result, I often find myself in awkward situations.
It’s almost like they plant themselves right next to me when I’m napping. People have asked me “What’s the deal with the post?” I just wag my tail ever so slightly and let them wonder.
The truth is, I don’t know what’s up with the posts. Or why I find it hard to resist them — and them me. When it comes right down to it, we all need something stable and consistent in our lives. Something we can lean on and rely on. My posts are all of that and more.
Daddy still thinks it’s a little weird. He calls this picture “Togo and The Saturday Evening Post” and then he laughs. I think that’s a little weird. But it makes us even.
I hope you have a post you can rely on. If not, come on by. As I said, I have two.
Togo, since you have two posts, perhaps you might also have a way of telling spell check that "you're" is not supposed to be changed to "your. I write well English, but changing my words is a no-no!
Togo, everyone needs a post; your rather fortunate to have two. Thanks for offering to share. Remember, however, don’t run into them or, Heaven forbid, mark one.