Marilyn picks-up and delivers dogs door to door. She picks them up in the morning and delivers them back to the owners that evening. Most of her customers are in a larger town 25 miles away. This time of year I normally go with her. Her knee replacement operation has put a crimp on that. It would have been hard to use crutches and carry a dog to the car. Yes I have and will do about anything for Marilyn but picking up strange dogs isn't one of them. Dogs generally don't like strange men. They do like Marilyn, she has a way with animals of all kinds. So our daughter has taken over that duty. As a trade off she tucks her kids into bed here at our place most week nights, we get them up, Grandpa cooks breakfast, and then we put them on the bus for school.
Every morning I've been going to the upstairs doorway, take a deep breath, and start with my best Luciano Pavarotti impersonation. I love the big echo in that hallway. I've been singing things like Zippity Do Da... and Ohhhhh What a beautiful Moooorning, Ohhh what a beautiful day...
Yesterday I finished my song and in my best Las Vegas stage show voice said, "Thank You, my names Cliff Morrow and I'll be here all week." My 8 year old Grandson is stumbling all sleepy like down the stairs and as we come face to face he mumbles "You've been here your whole life Grandpa."
And Good Morning to you I thought. I fear I'm having some effect on these kids.