I’m trying not to have a complex about this, but I’m not even sure that I’m Number 4 on our dog Scout’s list of people preferences. I know with certainty that Spots 1, 2, and 3 are taken.
1. Lord and master of the universe. (That would be Dearly Beloved.)
2. Our mail carrier, Danny.
3. Ivy, our daughter’s Goldendoodle. (Yes, of course Ivy is a person!)
No. 2 on the list is the Pied Piper of canines in our neighborhood. His mail truck generates as much excitement with the dogs as an ice cream truck for neighborhood kids and he does it without a bell. Danny carries treats in his mail bag and hands them out to all the dogs he passes as he makes his rounds.
For the lucky dogs with mail slots on the doors, he slips a treat in along with the mail. Once he realized that Ivy was spending the summer with us, Danny added a second treat, but Scout would race to our front door and wolf down both treats so fast that he barely had time to get his fingers out of the slot.
After Danny realized what was happening, the mail slot started clanging three times. . . one time for the mail, a second time while he tossed in a treat aimed toward the left, then a third clang to aim one to the right–to give Ivy a better chance of getting to the one meant for her.
When DB took the pair on their morning walks, they watched for the mail truck and pulled in that direction, even if they’d already been treated on another street.
Emily, the big black lab on our block, has a case of Danny-love, too. Once I saw Emily lying in the grass several streets away from ours. I would’ve thought she’d been hit by a car but for the disgusted look on her owner’s face as he tugged on her leash.
“Is Emily all right?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Then what is she doing?”
“Stalling. She’s hoping Danny will come by.”
As the weeks progressed, Ivy became wiser about the magic mail slot. Rather than try to outrun Scout, she decided to outsmart her.
Having Ivy here for two months has been wonderful for Scout. She appears to have lost her fear of other dogs, if her romps with Ivy are any indication. We began calling them Thelma and Louise. I’d be embarrassed to admit how many videos DB and I have made of those two clowns and their antics.
Over the weekend, we returned Ivy to her peeps. It was a happy reunion for all of them, but we certainly miss her. I hope Ivy doesn’t encounter any mail carriers for a while.
They might misconstrue her salivating.
Did you hear the one about the unstamped letter?
You wouldn’t get it.