Phoebe Comes Home. Chet Baker Smells Pizza.

Phoebe came home from Maine last night. We picked her up at Port Columbus Airport and took her on a very quick Christmas clothes shopping rampage at Easton Town Center, then to Pies and Pints, where Thai, Hot Mama and Chicken Gouda pies were rapidly consumed. Dad had driven up, so I took the wheel for the two hour drive home. 

Through yawns, Phoebe said she lives farther from an airport than anyone she knows. Yep. Two solid hours to the nearest flugplatz in any direction. There's a flip side to that, that includes a yard bird list that just hit 194 (more on that later!) and bobcats walking down her driveway in broad daylight.

It's no secret that she misses us; the phone conversations build up toward the end of each term. But we all know she misses a certain little black dog most of all during her months-long residences at Bowdoin. In this silly and sweet little video, she's walking in to "surprise" Chet Baker after four months away. 

Animals are nothing if not honest, and the main thing on Chet's mind is that he ALWAYS gets his dunner at 5:30 pm, and here it was 10:45 pm, and pardon me, isn't that stretching it a bit? He lines up in the Feed Me position and woofs hopefully at me. Why are you not fetching my dunner immediately?  He knows something's up because we're all standing around looking at him as Phoebe ninja's around the house to the back deck and enters via the living room. 

Oh Look! My beloved sister Phoebe is home! And there's also pizza! If I let her hug me, how can I beg for pizza? I will not let her catch me. Phoebe! Pizza! Pizza! Phoebe!

Eventually the primate's aching need for ventral-ventral contact can no longer be denied, and the longsuffering canid, for whom a quick sniff and wag is ample greeting, can only submit, with a sheepish Boston terrier grin and visions of dunner dancing in his little round head. When the huggin' and kissin' subsided, he got roast chicken on his kibble. No pizza. Slept in Phoebe's bed. It's a good life for a fine little doggeh. 

She's home. Let the wild, sleep in, take hikes, hug dog, eat Mom and Dad's cooking, watch Disney videos with your brother, non-rumpus commence!