THE FOOTNOTES

For the last month, or so, I have been sort of grandpa for the little pooch seen here. Her owners are at work every day, so Noonski, being otherwise idle, goes over to take the pup out to dispose of matters of concern. The dog is kept in a cage while not under supervision in the house. They tell me the crate, as it is known, is very comfortable for dogs, and it gives them security. Anyway, as I enter the house, the dog can't see me, but knows I am coming because I begin scraping my feet while coming up the driveway. When I enter, "Casey, are you looking for me by any chance?" This is repeated until I reach the room she is in.
She goes nuts.
. By the time she sees me, she is leaping straight up and down and barking, all the time bumping up against the top of the cage. Nobody is ever that glad to see me. I struggle to let her out and the excitement mounts. She comes bounding out, expressing her feelings all the time. After jumping all over me we go outside. She knows she will get biscuits when we come back into the house, so she is eager to take care of affairs, run around a little, and head back inside. Upon entering, she stops first at the kitchen table. gets her paws on the top stands on her back legs,and looks for whatever. She then runs to the cabinet when the biscuits are stored and waits for me. I give her one and show her three or four more. "You know how to get these?" She runs back in the cage and gets the other biscuits while I lock her in. Then I am out the door, and if she is crying for me, I don't hear her.