verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Mon Petit Choux

My Directors of Boarding are pleased to announce the appointment of Reilly as US Ambassador for Euro-Canine Harmony.  A winning personality compacted into a single boule de feu, Reilly will be heading to Paris this winter to charm our European partners and help nurture our growing trans-Atlantic relations.

Reilly has a personality that's almost human.  Many times she greets me at the door on her two back legs with her arms outstretched to welcome me.  With that she races to the back door so that we can salute the morning, punctuated by her little barques of bonjours et ca va-s to the birds and backyard flowers.

But Reilly isn't just happy.  That doesn't quite cover it.  She's organized.  I've looked and though I can't prove it, I'm sure she has a day planner--perhaps a blackberry--and she plans her day with order and accuracy.  We are always right on time.  Always.  I can count on her routine, and I do.  In fact, she's usually a step ahead, leading the way, but with such enthusiasm.  Sometimes I'm jealous of this!  Everything--every thing--is new and exciting, even the stuff that, in my eyes, is the same as it was yesterday.  The balls, the squeaky thing, the yard, my clothes, my same old greeting.  She never tires or rolls her eyes at me. If you're having a bad day, go home to Reilly.  She'll fix it.  You are already on her agenda.  You are her agenda.  She's waiting for you.

I was sitting with her this past week. It was an exceptionally beautiful morning and so we decided to do a couple downward dogs together near the flower bed.  Reilly being Reilly knew that this was a break in our usual routine but she did a quick switch-a-roo in her agenda and went with the flow to accommodate this little sidetrack.  On our third or fourth stretch, she decided it was time to wash my face (she did) and so we collapsed for a little belly rub and laugh.  That's when I knew that she would make a fine spokesperson in our Paris office.  She can join the club without taking herself too seriously.  And she will win over the hearts of France.

Vous me manquerez.

1 comment:

  1. But what do you expect???? Reilly is A2's dog....a lot like his master, I would say!!! Let's see.....organized, happy, friendly, hmmmmm.....sounds alot like someone I know!!!! I think that A2 should be an ambassador as well??