Highly Suspicious

Last Friday, Sister took a day off from work.  Now that, in and of itself, is not especially exciting or noteworthy--Sister has taken other days off in the past (though not nearly as often as I would like--I'd like her to stay home every day to rub my belly).  What is noteworthy, however, is that I think Sister lied to me about why she took the day off.

You see, Sister told me Friday morning that she was going to the opening day of the Hicks Nursery Flower show to take pictures.  This seemed perfectly reasonable to me.  Sister's gone to the show every year for the last three years and I've often found her lying on the ground at home trying to take pictures of flowers that sprouted up in the middle of the lawn (I say "trying" because I usually come along and sit on said flowers before Sister can actually snap the pictures--ahh, good fun).  Anyway, camera in one hand and shovel in the other (eight inches of snow had fallen the night before), I watched as Sister skidded to her car, got in, and drove off.

A couple of hours later Sister returned.  I greeted her in my usual fashion (walking around her in circles with a toy clenched firmly in my mouth), but all of a sudden I got a whiff of something.  I dropped my toy and started sniffing all over trying to locate the source of the smell.  After a moment of investigating, I figured out where the smell was coming from--it was coming from Sister.  But what was it?  I started making snorting sounds as I sniffed up and down Sister's arms and legs.  Then, all of a sudden, I realized what the smell was and my tail started wagging in excited circles.  Sister smelled like my bff Mecki and his little brother Bastille (whom I still haven't actually met, but I recognize his smell from the first time Sister met him).

But why did Sister smell like Mecki and Bastille?  She had told me that she was going to the flower show not work (where Mecki and Bastille sometimes visit) and if she had gone to Mecki and Bastille's house she would have brought me along with her (like when Sister, Joan, and I went to Mecki's house for a barbecue).  What gives? I thought.

Proof of Sister's Whereabouts?

Sister immediately started trying to explain (she spoke very quickly--a sure sign of guilt).  She swore that she really did go to the flower show and showed me pictures to prove it.  She also explained that Mecki and Bastille's mom went with her and that Sister was in charge of driving the two of them to the show.  But that doesn't explain why you smell like Mecki and Bastille, I thought.  Sister, as though sensing my thought, quickly added that she said a quick "hello" to my bff and his brother when she stopped by to pick up their mom--that it was the polite thing to do.

So, do I believe Sister?  I don't know, but I am kind of disappointed that I didn't get to visit my bff and his brother (though, truth be told, after reading Mecki's blog I'm a bit concerned about meeting any pup who's been described as a "vampire piranha").  Sister tried to make me feel better by saying that Dog Days at Old Westbury Gardens (AKA my estate) is coming up next month and that I'd probably get to play with Mecki (and maybe Bastille) then, but I'm still kind of bummed that Sister got to visit them and I did not.